#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
sitting with the professors we talk about Allen Tate and John Crow Ransom the rugs are clean and the coffeetables shine
I get too many phone calls. they seek the creature out. they shouldn’t.
dumb, Jesus Christ, some people are so dumb you can hear them splashing around
waiting for death like a cat that will jump on the bed I am so very sorry for
“It’s the manager, Freddy. He has started whistling this song. He’s whistling it when I come in in the morning and he never stops, and he’s whistling it when I go home at night. It’s be...
our marriage book, it says. I look through it. they lasted ten years. they were young once.
if you’re going to try, go all the way. otherwise, don’t even start. if you’re going to try, go all the way.
the acute and terrible air hangs w… as summer birds mingle in the bran… and warble and mystify the clamor of the mind… an old parrot
I was sitting in my shorts one afternoon a week later. There was a tender little knock on the door. “Just a moment,” I said. I put on a robe and opened the door. “We’re two girls from G...
after the slaughter house there was a bar around the corner and I sat in there and watched the sun go down through the window,
My German doctor walked up. The one who had given me the blood tests. “Congratulations,” he said, shaking my hand, "it’s a girl. 9 pounds, 3 ounces.” “The mother will be all right. She ...
here I am in the ground my mouth open and
when I look back now at the abuse I took from her I feel shame that I was so innocent,
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 ...
To give life you must take life, and as our grief falls flat and ho… upon the billion—blooded sea I pass upon serious inward—breakin… with white—legged, white—bellied r…