#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
The next night Bobby and Valerie came over. They had recently moved into my apartment building and now lived across the court. Bobby had on his tight knit shirt. Everything always fitte...
ask the sidewalk painters of Paris ask the sunlight on a sleeping dog ask the 3 pigs ask the paperboy ask the music of Donizetti
they go on writing pumping out poems— young boys and college professors wives who drink wine all afternoon while their husbands work,
the telephone has not been kind of… of late there have been more and m… from people who want to come over… from people who are depressed from people who are lonely
out of the arm of one love and into the arms of another I have been saved from dying on th… by a lady who smokes pot writes songs and stories
After Debra left for work the next morning I bathed, then tried to watch t.v. I walked around naked and noticed that I could be seen from the street through the front window. So I had a...
with an Apple Macintosh you can’t run Radio Shack program… in its disc drive. nor can a Commodore 64 drive read a file
I had begun to dislike my father. He was always angry about something. Wherever we went he got into arguments with people. But he didn’t appear to frighten most people; they often just ...
believe in earning one’s own way but I also believe in the unexpect… gift and it is a wondrous thing when a woman who has read your wor…
yes, it’s dark in here. can’t open the door. can’t open the jam lid. can’t find a pair of socks that ma… was born in Andernach in 1920 and…
Lila Jane was a girl my age who lived next door. I still wasn’t allowed to play with the children in the neighborhood, but sitting in the bedroom often got dull. I would go out and walk...
love, he said, gas kiss me off kiss my lips kiss my hair my fingers
once we were young at this machine. . . drinking
I can’t have it and you can’t have it and we won’t get it so don’t bet on it
you have to have it or the walls w… in. you have to give everything up, th… away, everything away. you have to look at what you look…