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Henry out of his apartment early for once, he was up all night snorting cocaine and drinking Jack Daniels, the booze and dope f...

Henry with more than a few things on his mind, allot of it being written now . A poem by the black poet Ismael Reed comes to mind...

Henry in his Queens apartment drinking German beer— it was fall, the year was somewhere between 1970 and 1980. He's listening to ...

Henry shocked last week after posting a new story, Beware of the Ides of March, only 26 hits, his previous stories averaging 15...

Henry depressed, his shrink at the welfare office needed to ask him a few questions— Do you want to have sex with your mo...

Henry at home   in his Queens digs, writing all afternoon, thinking mostly about a road trip somewhere, anywhere,   he needed...