#AmericanWriters
Lydia liked parties. And Harry was a party-giver. So we were on our way to Harry Ascot’s. Harry was the editor of Retort, a little magazine. His wife wore long see-through dresses, show...
turmoil is the god madness is the god permanent living peace is permanent living death. agony can kill
during my worst times on the park benches in the jails or living with whores
The rainy season began. Most of the money went for drink so my shoes had holes in the soles and my raincoat was torn and old. In any steady downpour I got quite wet, and I mean wet-down...
horses running with her miles away laughing with a fool Bach and the hydrogen bomb
the Mexican dancer shook her fans… me and her ass at me, I didn’t ask her to and my woman got mad and ran out of th… it began raining and you could hea…
The riots ended, the baby calmed down, and I found ways to avoid Janko. But the dizzy spells persisted. The doctor wrote me a standing order for the green-white librium capsules and the...
is the slim tall ear-ringed bedroom damsel dressed in a long gown
—he’s a dandy —small moustache —usually sucking on a cigar he tends to lean into cars as he transacts business
I was asked to give a reading at a famous nightclub, The Lancer, on Hollywood Boulevard. I agreed to read two nights. I was to follow a rock group, The Big Rape, each night. I was getti...
It was hot that night at the reading, which was to be held at St. Mark’s Church. Tammie and I sat in what was used as the dressing room. Tammie found a full-length mirror leaning agains...
looking out the window smoking rolled cigarettes drinking Sanka and watching the workers come on in
I was coming off an affair that ha… frankly, I was sliding down into a… really feeling shitty and low when I lucked into this lady with… covered with a jeweled canopy
shot in the eye shot in the brain shot in the ass shot like a flower in the dance amazing how death wins hands down
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