#AmericanWriters
I know a woman who keeps buying puzzles Chinese puzzles blocks
Luckily I had auto insurance that paid for a rental car. I drove Katherine to the racetrack in it. We sat in the sundeck at Hollywood Park near the stretch turn. Katherine said she didn...
Then I started attending Mt. Justin Jr. High. About half the guys from Delsey Grammar School went there, the biggest and toughest half. Another gang of giants came from other schools. O...
this is important enough: to get your feelings down, it is better than shaving or cooking beans with garlic. it is the little we can do
at exactly 12:00 midnight 1973-74 Los Angeles it began to rain on the palm leaves outside my window
It was noon the next day when the phone rang. It was Lydia again. I heard a long insane wail like a wolverine shot in the arctic snow and left to bleed and die alone. . . . I slept most...
of course, I may die in the next t… and I’m ready for that but what I’m really worried about… that my editor—publisher might ret… even though he is ten years younge…
I took it home, opened the beer, got into bed and began. It started well. It was about how Janko had lived in small rooms and starved while trying to find a job. He had trouble with the...
That Tuesday night we were sitting at my place drinking; Tammie, me and her brother, Jay. The phone rang. It was Bobby. “Louie and his wife are down here and she’d like to meet you.” Lo...
I used to take the back off the telephone and stuff it with ra… and when somebody knocked I wouldn’t answer and if they pers… I’d tell them in terms vulgar
A day or so later I got a poem in the mail from Lydia. It was a long poem and it began: Come out, old troll, Come out of your dark hole, old troll, Come out into the sunlight with us an...
the strong men the muscle men there they sit down at the beach cocoa tans
outside my window Sunday. I am eating a grapefruit. church is over at the… Orthodox to the west.
one of the terrible things is really being in bed night after night with a woman you no longer
the history of melancholia includes all of us. me, I writhe in dirty sheets while staring at blue walls and nothing.