#AmericanWriters #1977 #LoveIsADogFromHell
I’m out of matches. the springs in my couch are broken. they stole my footlocker. they stole my oil painting of
Sara was preparing the turkey dressing and I sat in the kitchen talking to her. We were both sipping white wine. The phone rang. I went and got it. It was Debra. “I just wanted to wish ...
as I go to the escalator young fellow and a lovely young gi… are ahead of me. her pants, her blouse are skintigh… as we ascend
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...
Shirley came to town with a broken… and met the Chicano who smoked long slim cigars and they got a place together on Beacon street
I took Tammie. We got there a little early and went to a bar across the street. We got a table. “Now don’t drink too much, Hank. You know how you slur your words and miss your lines whe...
On Christmas I had Betty over. She baked a turkey and we drank. Betty always liked huge Christmas trees. It must have been 7 feet tall, and 1/2 as wide, covered with lights, bulbs, tins...
The flies are angry bits of life; why are they so angry? it seems they want more, it seems almost as if they are angry
I’ve always had trouble with money. this one place I worked everybody ate hot dogs and potato chips
we talk about this film: Cagney fed this broad grapefruit faster than she could eat it and
it is justified all dying is justified all killing all death all passing, nothing is in vain
Then Joyce wanted to go back to the city. For all the draw– backs, that little town, haircuts or not, beat city life. It was quiet. We had our own house. Joyce fed me well.) Plenty of m...
I remember the Model-T. Sitting high, the running boards seemed friendly, and on cold days, in the mornings, and often at other times, my father had to fit the hand-crank into the front...
red hair real she whirled it and she asked “is my ass still on?”
The toughest in the station. Apartment houses with boxes that had scrubbed-out names or no names at all, under tiny lightbulbs in dark halls. Old ladies standing in halls, up and down t...