#AmericanWriters #1977 #LoveIsADogFromHell
On Christmas I had Betty over. She baked a turkey and we drank. Betty always liked huge Christmas trees. It must have been 7 feet tall, and 1/2 as wide, covered with lights, bulbs, tins...
murdered in the alleys of the land frost-bitten against flagpoles pawned by females educated in the dark for the dark vomiting into plugged toilets
she’s young, she said, but look at me, I have pretty ankles, and look at my wrists, I have pret… wrists
But, there were still bits of action. One guy was caught on the same stairway that I had been trapped on. He was caught there with his head under some girl’s skirt. Then one of the girl...
it is the man you’ve never seen wh… keeps you going, the one who might arrive someday. he isn’t out on the streets or
I came out of the bar and checked the message board. The plane was on time. Katherine was in the air and moving towards me. I sat down and waited. Across from me was a well-groomed woma...
Somehow the money slipped away after that and soon I left the track and sat around in my apartment waiting for the 90 days’ leave to run out. My nerves were raw from the drinking and th...
with old cars, especially when you… and drive them for many years a love affair is inevitable: you even learn to accept their little
they’d come around and they’d ask “you finished your 2nd novel yet?” “no.”
you no faces no faces at all laughing at nothing—
call it th e green house effect or… but it just doesn’t rain like it used to. particularly remember the rains of… depression era.
I read that he lost a suitcase ful… train and that they never were rec… I can’t match the agony of this but the other night I wrote a 3—pa… upon this computer
out of the arm of one love and into the arms of another I have been saved from dying on th… by a lady who smokes pot writes songs and stories
my first and only wife painted and she talked to me about it: it’s all so painful
the girls were young and worked the streets but often couldn’t score, they