#AmericanWriters
I took Tanya to the airport the next afternoon. We had a drink in the same bar. The high-yellow wasn’t around; all that leg was with somebody else. “No. You love sex and there’s nothing...
listening to Wagner as outside in the dark the wind bl… trees wave and shake lights go off and on the walls creak and the… bed...
Marina Louise, Fay named the child. So there it was, Marina Louise Chinaski. In the crib by the window. Looking up at the tree leafs and bright designs whirling on the ceiling. Then she...
let me speak as a friend although the centuries hang between us and neither you nor I can see the moon. be careful less the onion blind th…
Back in L.A., there was almost a week of peace. Then the phone rang. It was the owner of a Manhattan Beach nightclub, Marty Seavers. I had read there a couple of times before. The club ...
One morning a few days later I entered Lydia’s courtyard as she was walking in from the alley. She had been over to see her friend Tina who lived in an apartment house on the corner. Sh...
sway with me, everything sad— madmen in stone houses without doors, lepers steaming love and song frogs trying to figure
sometimes you climb out of bed in… I’m not going to make it, but you… remembering all the times you’ve f… you walk to the bathroom, do your… in the mirror, oh my oh my oh my,…
this woman keeps phoning me even though I tell her I am livin… I love. I keep hearing noises in the envir… she phones,
in the center of the action you have to lay down like an anima… until it charges, you have to lay down
the dead dogs of nowhere bark as you approach another traffic accident. cars one standing on its
in the hospitals and jails it’s the worst in madhouses it’s the worst in penthouses
the other day I’m out at the track betting Early Bird that’s when you bet at the track before it opens)
was on the train to Del Mar and I… to go to the bar car. I had a beer… back and sat down. pardon me,” said the lady next to… sitting in my husband’s seat.”
I was editing a little magazine at the time, The Laxative Approach. I had two co-editors and we felt that we were printing the best poets of our time. Also some of the other kind. One o...