#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
he’s a runt he snarls and scratches chases cars groans in his sleep and has a perfect star above each…
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,…
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...
After English class one day Mrs. Curtis asked me to stay. She had great legs and a lisp and there was something about the legs and the lisp together that heated me up. She was about 32,...
red summers and black satin charcoal and blood ringing the sheets while snails are stepped on and moths go batty
he talked about Steinbeck and Tho… wrote like a cross between the two… and I lived in a hotel on Figuero… close to the bars and he lived further uptown in a s…
Lydia’s sister Angela came to town from Utah to see Lydia’s new house. Lydia had made a down payment on a little place and the monthly payments were very low. It was a very good buy. Th...
I forget the beginning time. 6 or 7 p.m. Something like that. All you did was sit with a handful of letters, take a streetmap and figure your run. It was easy. All the drivers took much...
she reads to me from the New York… which I don’t buy, don’t know how they get in here, but it’s something about the Mafia one of the heads of the Mafia
no we can’t we can’t win it I’ve decided we can’t win it just for a while we thought we cou… but that was just for a while
the higher you climb the greater the pressure. those who manage to endure learn
this man used to be an interesting writer, he was able to say brisk and refreshing things. at the time
she lived in Galveston and was int… T.M. and I went down to visit her and w… continually even though it was ver… weather
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…
3 small boys run toward me blowing whistles and they scream you’re under arrest! you’re drunk!