#AmericanWriters #1977 #LoveIsADogFromHell
waiting for death like a cat that will jump on the bed I am so very sorry for
64 days and nights in that place, chemotherapy, antibiotics, blood running into the catheter. leukemia.
I’ll settle for the 6 horse on a rainy afternoon a paper cup of coffee in my hand a little way to go,
at their best, there is gentleness… some understanding and, at times,… courage but all in all it is a mass, a glo… have too much.
now more and more all these people running around wearing the American Flag Shirt and it was more or less once assum… think but I’m not sure)
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...
“your poems about the girls will s… 50 years from now when the girls a… my editor phones me. dear editor: the girls appear to be gone
for five years I have been looking across the way at the side of a red apartment hou… there must be people in there even love in there
The boys on Dorsey station didn’t know my problems. I’d enter through the back way each night, hide my sweater in a tray and walk in to get my timecard: We had a game going, the black-w...
Thanks for the good letter. I don’t think it hurts, sometimes, to remember where you came from. You know the places where I came from. Even the people who try to write about that or mak...
New Year’s Eve was another bad night for me to get through. My parents had always delighted in New Year’s Eve, listening to it approach on the radio, city by city, until it arrived in L...
looking out the window smoking rolled cigarettes drinking Sanka and watching the workers come on in
saw him sitting in a lobby chair in the Patrick Hotel dreaming of flying fish and he said “hello friend you’re looking good.
I was sitting in my shorts one afternoon a week later. There was a tender little knock on the door. “Just a moment,” I said. I put on a robe and opened the door. “We’re two girls from G...
Meanwhile, there was still Joyce, and her geraniums, and a couple of million if I could hang on. Joyce and the flies and the geraniums. I worked the night shift, 12 hours, and she pawed...
