#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
I’m big I suppose that’s why my women alwa… small but this 6 foot goddess who deals in real estate
stuck in the rain on the freeway,… these are the lucky ones, these ar… dutifully employed, most with thei… as possible as they try not to thi… this is our new civilization: as m…
Cecelia sat and watched us drink. I could see that I repulsed her. I ate meat. I had no god. I liked to fuck. Nature didn’t interest me. I never voted. I liked wars. Outer space bored m...
old grey-haired waitresses in cafes at night have given it up, and as I walk down sidewalks of light and look into windows
one of the terrible things is really being in bed night after night with a woman you no longer
One night my father took me on his milk route. There were no longer any horsedrawn wagons. The milk trucks now had engines. After loading up at the milk company we drove off on his rout...
dame some dogs who sleep at night must dream of bones and I remember your bones in flesh
lonely as a dry and used orchard spread over the earth for use and surrender. shot down like an ex—pug selling dailies on the corner.
Jane, who has been dead for 31 yea… never could have imagined that I would write a scre… days together and
I mean, I just slept I awoke with a fly on my elbow and I named the fly Benny then I killed him and then I got up and looked in th…
at their best, there is gentleness… some understanding and, at times,… courage but all in all it is a mass, a glo… have too much.
terror finally becomes almost bearable but never quite terror creeps like a cat crawls like a cat
It was another Sunday that we got into the Model-T in search of my Uncle John. “He has no ambition,” said my father. “I don’t see how he can hold his god-damned head up and look people ...
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
no way back to Barcelona. the green soldiers have invaded th… madmen rule Spain and during a heat wave in 1952 I b… no way back to the Rock of Gibral…