#AmericanWriters #1977 #LoveIsADogFromHell
at high noon at a small college near the beach sober the sweat running down my arms a spot of sweat on the table
death wants more death, and its we… I remember my father’s garage, how… I would brush the corpses of flies from the windows they thought were… their sticky, ugly, vibrant bodies
here things are tough but they’re mostly always tough. basically I’m just trying to get a… with the female. when you first meet them their eyes
our marriage book, it says. I look through it. they lasted ten years. they were young once.
At 3:30 a.m. my twelve hours were… I set the alarm so that I would b… “What happened, Hank? We thought… “I’m quitting.” “Quitting?” “Yes, you can’t blame a man for wa…
they found him walking along the f… all red in front he had taken a rusty tin can and cut off his sexual
I got lucky the next day. They called my name. It was a different doctor. I stripped down. He turned a hot white light on me and looked me over. I was sitting on the edge of the examina...
like in a chair the color of the s… as you listen to lazy piano music and the aircraft overhead are not at war. where the last drink is as good as
as I go to the escalator young fellow and a lovely young gi… are ahead of me. her pants, her blouse are skintigh… as we ascend
That evening I started drinking. It wasn’t going to be easy without Katherine. I found some things she had left behind—earrings, a bracelet. I’ve got to get back to the typewriter, I th...
you came out, she said, and then you kicked this guy’s car and then you threw yourself into a… you crushed the whole bush,
I read last Saturday in the redwoods outside of Santa Cruz and I was about 3/4's finished when I heard a long high scream and a quite attractive
hey, said my friend, I want you to… Hangdog Harry, he reminds me of y… and I said, all right, and we went… this cheap hotel. old men sitting around watching
The bandages were helpful. L.A. County Hospital had finally come up with something. The boils drained. They didn’t vanish but they flattened a bit. Yet some new ones would appear and ri...
horses running with her miles away laughing with a fool Bach and the hydrogen bomb