#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
sway with me, everything sad— madmen in stone houses without doors, lepers steaming love and song frogs trying to figure
Jane, who has been dead for 31 yea… never could have imagined that I would write a scre… days together and
Mongolian coasts shining in light, listen to the pulse of the sun, the tiger is the same to all of us and high oh so high on the branch
they photograph you on your porch and on your couch and standing in the courtyard or leaning against your car these photographers
he met her at the racetrack, a str… blonde with round hips, well-bosom… turned-up nose, flower mouth, in a… wearing white high-heeled shoes. she began asking him questions abo…
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.
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...
this kid used to teach at Kansas… then they moved him out he went to a bean factory then he and his wife moved to the… she got a job and worked while
here I’ll be 55 in a week. what will I write about
they found him walking along the f… all red in front he had taken a rusty tin can and cut off his sexual
I keep thinking it will be outside now waiting for me blue front bumper twisted
this one teaches that one lives with his mother and that one is supported by a red… with the brain of a gnat. this one takes speed and has been…
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…
like in a chair the color of the s… as you listen to lazy piano music and the aircraft overhead are not at war. where the last drink is as good as
I got his ashes, she said, and I… out to sea and I scattered his ash… they didn’t even look like ashes and the urn was weighted with