#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
the centerfielder turns rushes back reaches up his glove and
I took Tanya to Santa Anita. The current sensation was a 16 year old jockey still riding with his 5 pound bug advantage. He was from the east and was riding at Santa Anita for the first...
There are sketches on the walls of… and outside a large green bus swer… insanity sprung from a waving line… says the radio, and Jane Austin,… “I am going to do her portrait on…
over my radio now comes the sound of a truly mad org… can see some monk drunk in a cellar mind gone or found,
he walks up to my Volks after I have parked and rocks it back and forth grinning around his
they stop out front here looks as if the car is on fire the smoke blazes blue from the hoo… the motor sounds like cannon shots the car humps wildly
I was editing a little magazine at the time, The Laxative Approach. I had two co-editors and we felt that we were printing the best poets of our time. Also some of the other kind. One o...
I could see the road ahead of me. I was poor and I was going to stay poor. But I didn’t particularly want money. I didn’t know what I wanted. Yes, I did. I wanted someplace to hide out,...
my mother, father and I walked to the market once a week for our government relief food: cans of beans, cans of
The guide took us all over the building. There were so many of us that they had to break us up into groups. We used the elevator in shifts. We were shown the employee’s cafeteria, the b...
one of the terrible things is really being in bed night after night with a woman you no longer
To pacify Lydia I agreed to go to Muleshead, Utah. Her sister was camping in the mountains. The sisters actually owned much of the land. It had been inherited from their father. Glendol...
Three or four days later I found her note and phoned Debra. She said, “Come on over.” She gave me the directions to Playa del Rey and I drove over. She had a small rented house with a f...
when Whitman wrote, “I sing the b… I know what he meant I know what he wanted:
have we gone wrong again? we laugh less and less, become more sadly sane. all we want is the absence of others.