#AmericanWriters #1977 #LoveIsADogFromHell
My father always ran the neighborhood kids away from our house. I was told not to play with them but I walked down the street and watched them anyhow. “Hey, Heinie!” they yelled, “Why d...
almost dawn blackbirds on the telephone wire waiting as I eat yesterday’s forgotten sandwich
He hinted at times that I was a bastard and I told him to listen to Brahms, and I told him to learn to paint and drink and not be dominated by women and dollars but he screamed at me, F...
But then it began raining again. The Stone had me out on a thing called Sunday Collection, and if you’re thinking of church, forget it. You picked up a truck at West Garage and a clipbo...
listen, man, don’t tell me about t… sent, we didn’t receive them, we are very careful with manuscrip… we bake them burn them
red hair real she whirled it and she asked “is my ass still on?”
this man sometimes forgets who he is. sometimes he thinks he’s the Pope. other times he thinks he’s a
I know a woman who keeps buying puzzles Chinese puzzles blocks
John F. Kennedy flower knocks upo… shot through the neck; the gladiolas gather by the dozens… India dripping into Ceylon;
They had this thing called Training Class, and so for 30 minutes each night, anyhow, we didn’t have to stick mail. A big Italiano got up on the lecture platform to tell us where it was....
takes lot of desperation dissatisfaction and
in grievous deity my cat walks around he walks around and around with electric tail and
I went over the other day to pick up my daughter. her mother came out with workman’s overalls on. I gave her the child support money
I met an old drunk on the street one afternoon. I used to know him from the days with Betty when we made the rounds of the bars. He told me that he was now a postal clerk and that there...
I didn’t have any friends at school, didn’t want any. I felt better being alone. I sat on a bench and watched the others play and they looked foolish to me. During lunch one day I was a...