#AmericanWriters
I can remember starving in a small room in a strange city shades pulled down, listening to classical music I was young I was so young it hur…
turmoil is the god madness is the god permanent living peace is permanent living death. agony can kill
I always wanted to ball Henry Miller, she said, but by the time I got there it was too late. damn it, I said, you girls
the flesh covers the bone and they put a mind in there and sometimes a soul, and the women break
drive to the beach at night in the winter and sit and look at the burned-dow… wonder why they just let it sit th… in the water.
and the subnormal. all through grammar school junior high high school junior college
The Stone’s favorite carrier was Matthew Battles. Battles never came in with a wrinkled shirt on. In fact, everything he wore was new, looked new. The shoes, the shirts, the pants, the ...
he was a good one say 18, 19, marine and every time woman came down the train aisle
I’m not going to die easy; I’ve sat on your suicide beds in some of the worst holes in America,
is an orange animal with hand grenades fire power
she was a short one getting fat and she had once been beautiful and she drank the wine she drank the wine in bed and
looking out the window smoking rolled cigarettes drinking Sanka and watching the workers come on in
we tried to hide it in the house s… neighbors wouldn’t see. was difficult, sometimes we both h… be gone at once and when we return… there would be excreta and urine a…
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...
we have everything and we have not… and some men do it in churches and some men do it by tearing butt… in half and some men do it in Palm Spring…