#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
Dee Dee had to pick up her son at the airport. He was coming home from England for his vacation. He was 17, she told me, and his father was an ex-concert pianist. But he’d fallen for sp...
don’t worry about rejections, pard… I’ve been rejected before. sometimes you make a mistake, taki… the wrong poem
never even in calmer times have I ever dreamed of bicycling through that
around 2 a.m. in my small room after turning off the poem machine for now
Frank liked airplanes. He lent me all his pulp magazines about World War 1. The best was Flying Aces. The dog-fights were great, the Spads and the Fokkers mixing it. I read all the stor...
the old L.A. Public Library burn… down that library downtown and with it went large part of my
since my last name was Fuch, he sa… believe the school yard was tough:… powder down my neck, threw gravel… with rubber bands in class, and ou… me names, well, one name mainly, o…
this one always arrives at the wrong time a basically good sort I suppose an honest man
I hear them outside: “does he always type this late?” “no, it’s very unusual.” “he shouldn’t type this
The subs themselves made Jonstone possible by obeying his impossible orders. I couldn’t see how a man of such obvious cruelty could be allowed to have his position. The regulars didn’t ...
over my radio now comes the sound of a truly mad org… can see some monk drunk in a cellar mind gone or found,
in the slow Mexican air I watched… and they cut off his ear, and his… no more terror than a rock. driving back the next day we stopp… and watched the golden red and blu…
if I suffer at this typewriter think how I’d feel among the lettuce-pickers of Salinas?
they stop out front here looks as if the car is on fire the smoke blazes blue from the hoo… the motor sounds like cannon shots the car humps wildly
the cops want me to come down and… some guy who tried to rape me. I’ve lost the key to my car again;… the key to open the door but not t… to start it.