#AmericanWriters #1977 #LoveIsADogFromHell
Joyce found a job with the county, the county Police Department, of all things. I was living with a cop! But at least it was during the day, which gave me a little rest from those fondl...
not much chance, completely cut loose from purpose, he was a young man riding a bus
since my last name was Fuch, he sa… believe the school yard was tough:… powder down my neck, threw gravel… with rubber bands in class, and ou… me names, well, one name mainly, o…
Times were still hard. Nobody was any more surprised than I when Mears– Starbuck phoned and asked me to report to work the next Monday. I had gone all around town putting in dozens of a...
a woman, a tire that’s flat, a disease, a desire: fears in front of you, fears that hold so still
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
There were times when Frank and I were friendly with Chuck, Eddie and Gene. But something would always happen (usually I caused it) and then I would be out, and Frank would be partly ou...
the Egyptians loved the cat were often entombed with it instead of with the women and never with the dog but now
A couple of nights later Becker walked in. I guess my parents gave him my address or he located me through the college. I had my name and address listed with the employment division at ...
I saw a vacancy sign in the window in front of a rooming-house, had the cabby pull up. I paid him and walked up on the front porch, rang the bell. I had one black eye from the fight, an...
one of the terrible things is really being in bed night after night with a woman you no longer
never even in calmer times have I ever dreamed of bicycling through that
there is always that space there just before they get to us that space that fine relaxer the breather
this poet he’d been drinking 2 or 3 days and he walked out on the stage and looked at that audience and he just knew he was going to do it. there was a grand piano on stage and he walke...
sun-stroked women without men on a Santa Monica Monday; the men are working or in jail or insane;