#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
your life is your life don’t let it be clubbed into dank… be on the watch. there are ways out. there is a light somewhere.
in San Francisco the landlady, 80… Victrola up the stairway and I pl… until they beat on the walls. there was a large bucket in the ce… filled with beer and winebottles;
One morning about 10 a.m. the phon… I recognized the voice and began t… “Yes, yes, Miss Graves, but go on… “So therefore we have notified the… “And you are scheduled to throw yo…
So gramps wrote Joyce a big check and there we were. We rented a little house up on a hill, and then Joyce got this stupid moralistic thing. “We both ought to get jobs,” Joyce said, “to...
Graduation Day. We filed in with our caps and gowns to “Pomp and Circumstance.” I suppose that in our three years we must have learned something. Our ability to spell had probably impro...
you may not believe it but there are people who go through life with very little friction or
I heard it first while screwing a… who had the biggest box in Scranton. I listened to it again as I wrote… to my mother
eating cold plums in bed she told me about the German who owned everything on the block except the custom drapery shop and he tried to buy
luxury ocean liners crossing the water full of the indolent and rich passing from this place to that
first they used to, he told me, gun and bomb the elephants, you could hear their screams over… but you flew high to bomb the peop… you never saw it,
he carried a piece of carbon, a blade and a whip and at night he feared his head and covered it with blankets
I went to this place to see a movi… on tv Alexander the Great, and here come the armies ta ta ta
“I’ve made it,” she said, “I’ve c… through.” she had on new boots, pa… and a white sweater. “I know what… want now.” she was from Chicago an… had settled in L.A.’s Fairfax dis…
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
escape from the black widow spider is a miracle as great as art. what a web she can weave slowly drawing you to her she’ll embrace you