#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
I looked for a job all summer and couldn’t find one. Jimmy Hatcher caught on at an aircraft plant. Hitler was acting up in Europe and creating jobs for the unemployed. I had been with J...
stuck in the rain on the freeway,… these are the lucky ones, these ar… dutifully employed, most with thei… as possible as they try not to thi… this is our new civilization: as m…
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...
I always wanted to ball Henry Miller, she said, but by the time I got there it was too late. damn it, I said, you girls
call it love stand it up in the failing light put it in a dress pray sing beg cry laugh
the house next door makes me sad. both man and wife rise early and go to work. they arrive home in early evening.
there is always that space there just before they get to us that space that fine relaxer the breather
Jane, who has been dead for 31 yea… never could have imagined that I would write a scre… days together and
don’t worry about rejections, pard… I’ve been rejected before. sometimes you make a mistake, taki… the wrong poem
is an orange animal with hand grenades fire power
I have a saying, “the tough ones a… back.” but Vera was kinder than most, and so I was surprised when she arrived that night
her shoes themselves would light my room like many candles. she walks like all things shining on glass,
the pleasures of the damned are limited to brief moments of happiness: like the eyes in the look of a dog… like a square of wax,
she only 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…
It was about a week later around 7 a.m. I had lucked into another day off and after a double workout, I was up against Joyce’s ass, her asshole, sleeping, verily sleeping, and then the ...