#AmericanWriters
you won’t see them often for wherever the crowd is they are not. those odd ones, not
over my radio now comes the sound of a truly mad org… can see some monk drunk in a cellar mind gone or found,
The phone rang the next morning. Lydia had gone back to her place. It was Bobby, the kid who lived in the next block and worked in the porno bookstore. “Mindy’s down here. She wants you...
I was casing next to G.G. early one morning. That’s what they called him: G.G. His actual name was George Greene. But for years he was simply called G.G. and after a while he looked lik...
call it love stand it up in the failing light put it in a dress pray sing beg cry laugh
vain vanilla ladies strutting while van Gogh did it to himself. girls pulling on silk hose
the waste of words continues with a stunning persistence as the waiter runs by carrying the… tray
I went up to Tammie’s place with my cardboard cartons. First I got the items she mentioned. Then I found other things—other dresses and blouses, shoes, an iron, a hair dryer, Dancy’s cl...
I know that some night in some bedroom soon my fingers will rift
Vallejo writing about loneliness while starving to death; Van Gogh’s ear rejected by a whore;
I’d tell them to have an unhappy l… affair, hemorrhoids, bad teeth and to drink cheap wine, avoid opera and golf and chess, to keep switching the head of thei…
Three or four days later I found her note and phoned Debra. She said, “Come on over.” She gave me the directions to Playa del Rey and I drove over. She had a small rented house with a f...
Our 30 minutes was now devoted to scheme training. They gave us each a deck of cards to learn and stick into pur cases. To pass the scheme you had to throw 100 cards in 8 minutes or les...
sway with me, everything sad— madmen in stone houses without doors, lepers steaming love and song frogs trying to figure
I paid this one’s fare all the way… to San Francisco then flew up to meet her at her br… and I got drunk and talked all night about a redhe…