it’s strange when famous people di… whether they have fought the good… the bad one. it’s strange when famous people di… whether we like them or not

the legs are gone and the hopes—th… and I haven’t shaved in sixteen da… but the mailman still makes his ro… water still comes out of the fauce… myself with glazed and milky eyes…

boy, don’t come around here tellin… can’t cut it, that they’re pitching you low and insid… they are conspiring against you, that all you want is a chance but…

There was another German Shepherd. It was hot summer and he came BOUNDING out of a back yard and then LEAPED through the air. His teeth snapped, just missing my jugular vein. “OH JESUS!...

one of Lorca’s best lines is, “agony, always agony ...” think of this when you

don’t worry about rejections, pard… I’ve been rejected before. sometimes you make a mistake, taki… the wrong poem

I was hungover again, another heat spell was on—a week of 100 degree days. The drinking went on each night, and in the early mornings and days there was The Stone and the impossibility ...

take a writer away from his typewr… and all you have left is the sickness which started him

this one always arrives at the wrong time a basically good sort I suppose an honest man

the lilies storm my brain by god by god like nazi storm troopers! do you think I’m going tizzy?

Fay was all right with the pregnancy. For an old gal, she was all right. We waited around at our place. Finally the time came. “It won’t be long,” she said. “I don’t want to get there t...

Lydia liked parties. And Harry was a party-giver. So we were on our way to Harry Ascot’s. Harry was the editor of Retort, a little magazine. His wife wore long see-through dresses, show...

I pick up the skirt, I pick up the sparkling beads in black, this thing that moved once around flesh,