#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
sometimes I forget about him and h… innocence, almost idiotic, awkward… he liked walking over bridges and… to night I think about him, the wa… one felt space between his lines,…
I had been corresponding with a lady in San Francisco for several months. Her name was Liza Weston and she survived by giving dance lessons, including ballet, in her own studio. She was...
I saw Sara every three or four days, at her place or at mine. We slept together but there was no sex. We came close but we never quite got to it. Drayer Baba’s precepts held strong. We ...
for five years I have been looking across the way at the side of a red apartment hou… there must be people in there even love in there
red summers and black satin charcoal and blood ringing the sheets while snails are stepped on and moths go batty
Sam the whorehouse man has squeaky shoes and he walks up and down the court squeaking and talking to
Every route had its traps and only the regular carriers knew of them. Each day it was another god damned thing, and you were always ready for a rape, murder, dogs, or insanity of some s...
We were in the air twenty minutes when she took a mirror out of her purse and began to make up her face, mostly the eyes. She worked at her eyes with a small brush, concentrating on the...
I got his ashes, she said, and I… out to sea and I scattered his ash… they didn’t even look like ashes and the urn was weighted with
Sara was preparing the turkey dressing and I sat in the kitchen talking to her. We were both sipping white wine. The phone rang. I went and got it. It was Debra. “I just wanted to wish ...
I saw her when I was in the left… going east on Sunset. she was sitting with her legs crossed reading a paperback.
in grievous deity my cat walks around he walks around and around with electric tail and
We are like roses that have never… bloom when we should have bloomed… it is as if the sun has become disgusted with waiting
in the earliest possible day in the blue-headed noon I will telegraph you a boney hand decorated with
she onl y fucks the ones she doesn… to marry. to the others she says you’ve got to marry me. or maybe she just fucks the ones s…