#Americans #XXCentury #1977 #LoveIsADogFromHell
blue fish, the blue night, a blue… everything is blue. and my cats are blue: blue fur, bl… blue whiskers, blue eyes. my bed lamp shines
this Friday night the Mexican girls at the Catholic… look especially good their husbands are in the bars and the Mexican girls look young
I was sitting in my shorts one afternoon a week later. There was a tender little knock on the door. “Just a moment,” I said. I put on a robe and opened the door. “We’re two girls from G...
my grandfather was a tall German with a strange smell on his breath… he stood very straight in front of his small house and his wife hated him
I took women either to the boxing matches or to the racetrack. That Thursday night I took Katherine to the boxing matches at the Olympic auditorium. She had never been to a live fight. ...
We were eating meatballs and spaghetti. My problems were always discussed at dinner time. Dinner time was almost always an unhappy time. I didn’t answer my father’s question. “Henry, an...
they go on writing pumping out poems— young boys and college professors wives who drink wine all afternoon while their husbands work,
after the slaughter house there was a bar around the corner and I sat in there and watched the sun go down through the window,
Shirley came to town with a broken… and met the Chicano who smoked long slim cigars and they got a place together on Beacon street
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…
I used to hold my social security… up in the air, he told me, but I was so small they couldn’t see it,
people went into vacant lots and pulled up greens to cook and the men rolled Bull Durham or smoked Wings (10 a pack) and the dogs were thin and the cats were thin and the cats learned h...
I suppose so. I was living in an attic in Phila… it became very hot in the summer a… bars. I didn’t have any money and… I put a small ad in the paper and…
She wasn’t really a cop, she was a clerk-cop. And she started coming in and telling me about a guy who wore a purple stick pin and was a “real gentleman.” “Well,” I’d ask, “how was old ...
I went upstairs to 409, had a stiff scotch and water, took some money out of the top drawer, went down the steps, got in my car and drove to the racetrack. I got there in time for the f...