#AmericanWriters #1977 #LoveIsADogFromHell
at exactly 12:00 midnight 1973-74 Los Angeles it began to rain on the palm leaves outside my window
Lydia and I were always fighting. She was a flirt and it irritated me. When we ate out I was sure she was eyeballing some man across the room. When my male friends came by to visit and ...
I read last Saturday in the redwoods outside of Santa Cruz and I was about 3/4's finished when I heard a long high scream and a quite attractive
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...
Upon awakening I got up and used Joanna’s toothbrush, drank a couple of glasses of water, washed my hands and face and got back into bed. Joanna turned around and my mouth found hers. M...
the pleasures of the damned are limited to brief moments of happiness: like the eyes in the look of a dog… like a square of wax,
My father had two brothers. The younger was named Ben and the older was named John. Both were alcoholics and ne’er-do-wells. My parents often spoke of them. “Neither of them amount to a...
one of the terrible things is really being in bed night after night with a woman you no longer
the cockroach crouched against the tile while I was pissing and as I turned my head he hauled his butt
Go to Tibet. Ride a camel. Read the Bible. Dye your shoes blue. Grow a Beard.
of late I’ve had this thought that this country has gone backwards or 5 de cades
the problem, of course, isn’t the… it’s the living parts which make up the Dem… the next person you pass on the st… multiply
in the hospitals and jails it’s the worst in madhouses it’s the worst in penthouses
you won’t see them often for wherever the crowd is they are not. those odd ones, not
yes, they begin out in a willow, I… the starch mountains begin out in… and keep right on going without re… pumas and nectarines somehow these mountains are like