#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
the boy walks with his muddy feet… soul talking about recitals, virtuosi,… the lesser known novels of Dostoev… talking about how he corrected a w…
she bent over the side of the bed and opened the portfolio along the side of the wall. we were drinking. she said, “you promised me these
it was Philly and the bartender sa… what and I said, gimme a draft, J… got to get the nerves straight, I’… going to look for a job. you, he s… a job?
I suppose it’s raining in some Sp… while I’m feeling bad like this; I’d like to think so now.
they go on writing pumping out poems— young boys and college professors wives who drink wine all afternoon while their husbands work,
I didn’t do much the rest of the week. The Oaktree meet was on. I went to the track 2 or 3 times, broke even. I wrote a dirty story for a sex mag, wrote 10 or 12 poems, masturbated, and...
After Debra left for work the next morning I bathed, then tried to watch t.v. I walked around naked and noticed that I could be seen from the street through the front window. So I had a...
the girls are coming home in their… and I sit by the window and watch. there’s a girl in a red dress driving a white car
I could see the road ahead of me. I was poor and I was going to stay poor. But I didn’t particularly want money. I didn’t know what I wanted. Yes, I did. I wanted someplace to hide out,...
Beowulf may have killed Grendel a… Grendel’s mother but he couldn’t kill this one:
he buys 5 cars a month, details th… them out, then resells them at a profit of one or… he has a nice Jewish wife and he t… bangs her until the walls shake.
in the Valkerie Mountains among the strutting peacocks I found a flower as large as my head
I took the envelope home to my mother and handed it to her and walked into the bedroom. My bedroom. The best thing about the bedroom was the bed. I liked to stay in bed for hours, even ...
Markov claims I am trying to stab his soul but I’d prefer his wife. put my feet on the coffee table and he says,
Lydia had two children; Tonto, a boy of 8, and Lisa, the little girl of 5 who had interrupted our first fuck. We were together at the table one night eating dinner. Things were going we...