#Americans #XXCentury
this guy he’s got a crazy eye and he’s brown a dark brown from the sun the Hollywood and Western sun
it is justified all dying is justified all killing all death all passing, nothing is in vain
I found a room on Temple Street in the Filipino district. It was $3.50 a week, upstairs on the second floor. I paid the landlady—a middle-aged blond—a week’s rent. The toilet and tub we...
Two nights later I went over to Tammie’s place on Rustic Court. I knocked. The lights weren’t on. It seemed empty. I looked in her mailbox. There were letters in there. I wrote a note, ...
she came to my place drunk riding a deer up on the front porc… so many women want to save the wor… but can’t keep their own kitchens… but me...
bluebird there’s a bluebird in my heart tha… wants to get out but I’m too tough for him, say, stay in there, I’m not going
Then I was called down to personnel at the old Federal Build– ing. They let me sit the usual 45 minutes or hour and one half. The man walked me back to a desk. There sat this woman. She...
here I’ll be 55 in a week. what will I write about
absolutely sesamoid said the skeleton shoving his chalky foot upon my desk, and that was it,
a single dog walking alone on a hot sidewalk of summer appears to have the power of ten thousand gods.
they’d come around and they’d ask “you finished your 2nd novel yet?” “no.”
Joyce found a job with the county, the county Police Department, of all things. I was living with a cop! But at least it was during the day, which gave me a little rest from those fondl...
the dead can sleep they don’t get up and rage they don’t have a wife. her white face like a flower in a closed
I always wanted to ball Henry Miller, she said, but by the time I got there it was too late. damn it, I said, you girls
at the track today, Father’s Day, each paid admission was entitled to a wallet and each contained a