#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
the droll noon where squadrons of worms creep up like stripteasers to be raped by blackbirds. I go outside
of course, I may die in the next t… and I’m ready for that but what I’m really worried about… that my editor—publisher might ret… even though he is ten years younge…
The rainy season began. Most of the money went for drink so my shoes had holes in the soles and my raincoat was torn and old. In any steady downpour I got quite wet, and I mean wet-down...
a very miraculous thing just happe… my beerbottle flipped over backwar… and landed on its bottom on the fl… and I have set it upon the table t… but the photos were not so lucky t…
Tony ph oned and told me that Jan had left him but that he was a… helped him he said to think about… like D. H. Lawrence pissed off with life in general bu…
During the second and third grades I still didn’t get a chance to play baseball but I knew that somehow I was developing into a player. If I ever got a bat in my hands again I knew I wo...
welcome to my wormy hell. the music grinds off-key. fish eyes watch from the wall. this is where the last happy shot… fired.
red summers and black satin charcoal and blood ringing the sheets while snails are stepped on and moths go batty
he carried a piece of carbon, a blade and a whip and at night he feared his head and covered it with blankets
I stayed five days and nights. Then I couldn’t get it up any more. Joanna drove me to the airport. She had bought me a new piece of luggage and some new clothing. I hated that Dallas-Fo...
the blazing shark wants my balls as I walk through the meat section looking for salami and cheese purple housewives
escalator as I go to the escalator young fellow and a lovely young gi… are ahead of me. her pants, her blouse are skintigh…
my mot her, father and I walked to the market once a week for our government relief food: cans of beans, cans of
you won’t see them often for wherever the crowd is they are not. those odd ones, not
The next day was Saturday and Debra cooked us breakfast. “Are you coming antique hunting with us today?” We ate in silence for a while, then she said, “I liked your reading at The Lance...