#AmericanWriters #1977 #LoveIsADogFromHell
they took my man off the street the other day he wore an L.A. Rams sweatshirt w… the sleeves cut off
with old cars, especially when you… and drive them for many years a love affair is inevitable: you even learn to accept their little
takes lot of desperation dissatisfaction and
I pick up the skirt, I pick up the sparkling beads in black, this thing that moved once around flesh,
After dinner we came back and we talked. She was a health food addict and didn’t eat meat except for chicken and fish. It certainly worked for her. “Hank,” she said, “tomorrow I’m going...
they’d come around and they’d ask “you finished your 2nd novel yet?” “no.”
“...I’ve seen people in front of their typewriters in such a bind that it would blow their intestine… right out of their assholes if the… were trying to shit.”
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...
The baby was crawling, discovering the world. Marina slept in bed with us at night. There was Marina, Fay, the cat and myself. The cat slept on the bed too. Look here, I thought, I have...
twitching in the sheets— to face the sunlight again, that’s clearly trouble. I like the city better when the
I don’t beat the walls with my fis… I just sit but it rushes in a tide of it. the woman in the court behind me h…
bluebird there’s a bluebird in my heart tha… wants to get out but I’m too tough for him, say, stay in there, I’m not going
I am in this low—slung sports car painted a deep, rich yellow driving under an Italian sun. I have a British accent. I’m wearing dark shades
I can see myself now after all these suicide days and n… being wheeled out of one of those… (of course, this is only if I get… by a subnormal and bored nurse
the old fart, he used his literary… to reel them in one at a time, each younger than the last. he liked to meet them for luncheon… wine