#AmericanWriters #1977 #LoveIsADogFromHell
I hear them outside: “does he always type this late?” “no, it’s very unusual.” “he shouldn’t type this
sun-stroked women without men on a Santa Monica Monday; the men are working or in jail or insane;
majestic, majic infinite my little girl is sun on the carpet—
I took the envelope home to my mother and handed it to her and walked into the bedroom. My bedroom. The best thing about the bedroom was the bed. I liked to stay in bed for hours, even ...
it is justified all dying is justified all killing all death all passing, nothing is in vain
It was hot that night at the reading, which was to be held at St. Mark’s Church. Tammie and I sat in what was used as the dressing room. Tammie found a full-length mirror leaning agains...
up in northern California he stood in the pulpit and had been reading for some time he had been reading poems about nature and the goodness
I took Tanya to Santa Anita. The current sensation was a 16 year old jockey still riding with his 5 pound bug advantage. He was from the east and was riding at Santa Anita for the first...
dogs and angels are not very different. I often go to this place to eat about 2:30 in the afternoon
92 years old his tooth has been bothering him had to get it filled he lost his left eye 40 years ago
call it love stand it up in the failing light put it in a dress pray sing beg cry laugh
I’m glad when they arrive and I’m glad when they leave I’m glad when I hear their heels approaching my door and I’m glad when those heels
I think of automobiles parked in a parking lot when I think of myself dead I think of frying pans when I think of myself dead
When Jonstone saw me the next 5 a.m. he spun in his swivel and his face and his shirt were the same color. But he said nothing. I didn’t care. I had been up to 2 a.m. drinking and screw...
There was death in that place on the hill. I knew it the first day I walked out the screen door and into the backyard. A zing– ing binging buzzing whining sound came right at me: 10,000...