#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
A sound awakened me. It was not quite daylight. Cecelia was moving around getting dressed. I looked at my watch. “I want to watch the sun come up. I love sunrises!” “I haven’t been able...
as I go to the escalator young fellow and a lovely young gi… are ahead of me. her pants, her blouse are skintigh… as we ascend
The baby was crawling, discovering the world. Marina slept in bed with us at night. There was Marina, Fay, the cat and myself. The cat slept on the bed too. Look here, I thought, I have...
and the sun wields mercy but like a jet torch carried to hi… and the jets whip across its sight and rockets leap like toads, and the boys get out the maps
here things are tough but they’re mostly always tough. basically I’m just trying to get a… with the female. when you first meet them their eyes
Jr. high went by quickly enough. About the 8th grade, going into the 9th, I broke out with acne. Many of the guys had it but not like mine. Mine was really terrible. I was the worst cas...
It was noon the next day when the phone rang. It was Lydia again. I heard a long insane wail like a wolverine shot in the arctic snow and left to bleed and die alone. . . . I slept most...
am sitting on a tin chair outside… death, on stinking wings, wafts th… halls forevermore. remember the hospital stenches fro… was a boy and when I was a man and…
sitting with the professors we talk about Allen Tate and John Crow Ransom the rugs are clean and the coffeetables shine
re-reading some of Fante’s The Wine of Youth in bed this mid-afternoon my big cat
your life is your life don’t let it be clubbed into dank… be on the watch. there are ways out. there is a light somewhere.
now more and more all these people running around wearing the American Flag Shirt and it was more or less once assum… think but I’m not sure)
as the spirit wanes the form
Marina Louise, Fay named the child. So there it was, Marina Louise Chinaski. In the crib by the window. Looking up at the tree leafs and bright designs whirling on the ceiling. Then she...
don’t worry about rejections, pard… I’ve been rejected before. sometimes you make a mistake, taki… the wrong poem