#AmericanWriters #1977 #LoveIsADogFromHell
he met her at the racetrack, a str… blonde with round hips, well-bosom… turned-up nose, flower mouth, in a… wearing white high-heeled shoes. she began asking him questions abo…
I had begun to dislike my father. He was always angry about something. Wherever we went he got into arguments with people. But he didn’t appear to frighten most people; they often just ...
But the next morning it was the sa… “That’s all, Chinaski. Nothing fo… It went on for a week. I sat ther… Then Bobby Hansen, one of the old… “I don’t care. I’m not kissing hi…
I’m not going to die easy; I’ve sat on your suicide beds in some of the worst holes in America,
washed—up, on shore, the old yello… out again I write from the bed as I did last year.
Somehow the money slipped away after that and soon I left the track and sat around in my apartment waiting for the 90 days’ leave to run out. My nerves were raw from the drinking and th...
red summers and black satin charcoal and blood ringing the sheets while snails are stepped on and moths go batty
there is always that space there just before they get to us that space that fine relaxer the breather
the telephone has not been kind of… of late there have been more and m… from people who want to come over… from people who are depressed from people who are lonely
a woman, a tire that’s flat, a disease, a desire: fears in front of you, fears that hold so still
One morning a few days later I entered Lydia’s courtyard as she was walking in from the alley. She had been over to see her friend Tina who lived in an apartment house on the corner. Sh...
suppose like others have come through fire and sword, love gone wrong, head-on crashes, drunk at sea, and I have listened to the simple…
you just don’t know how to do it, you know that, and you can’t do a lot of other useful things either. it’s the fault of the
Wagner wasn’t done with us. I was standing in the yard during gym class when he walked up to me. “I’m putting you on garbage detail until further notice.” The kids had to work off their...
he sits all day at the bus stop at Sunset and Western his sleeping bag beside him. he’s dirty. nobody bothers him.