#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
I didn’t contest the divorce, didn’t go to court. Joyce gave me the car. She didn’t drive. All I had lost was 3 or 4 million. But I still had the post office. “I saw you with that bitch...
O lord, he said, Japanese women, real women, they have not forgotte… bowing and smiling closing the wounds men have made; but American women will kill you l…
with old cars, especially when you… and drive them for many years a love affair is inevitable: you even learn to accept their little
the lair of the hunted is hidden in the last place you’d ever look and even if you find it you won’t believe
I have lain in bed all day but I have written one poem and I am up now looking out the window and like a novelist might say
I kept the date in mind. It was never any problem creating a split with Lydia. I was naturally a loner, content just to live with a woman, eat with her, sleep with her, walk down the st...
Christmas eve, alone, in a motel room down the coast near the Pacific— hear it?
once starving in Philadelphia I had a small room it was evening going into night and I stood at my window on the 3r…
30 dogs, 20 men on 20 horses and o… and look here, they write, you are a dupe for the state, the… you are in the ego-dream, read your history, study the monet…
here I am in the ground my mouth open and
I had to take a shit but instead I went into this shop to have a key made. the woman was dressed
Office of Postmaster—United States Post Office—January 1, 1970 The attention of all employees is directed to the Code of Ethics for postal employees as set forth in Part 742 of the Post...
he walks up to my Volks after I have parked and rocks it back and forth grinning around his
Two nights later I went over to Tammie’s place on Rustic Court. I knocked. The lights weren’t on. It seemed empty. I looked in her mailbox. There were letters in there. I wrote a note, ...
I had boils the size of tomatoes all over me they stuck a drill into me down at the county hospital, and