#1973 #AmericanWriters #AtTerrorStreetAndAgonyWay #BurningInWaterDrowningInFlame
know. I know. they are limited, have different needs and concerns. but I watch and learn from them.
That evening I started drinking. It wasn’t going to be easy without Katherine. I found some things she had left behind—earrings, a bracelet. I’ve got to get back to the typewriter, I th...
I awakened to dryness and the fern… the potted plants yellow as corn; my woman was gone and the empty bottles like bled co… surrounded me with their uselessne…
for five years I have been looking across the way at the side of a red apartment hou… there must be people in there even love in there
here I’ll be 55 in a week. what will I write about
starving there, sitting around the… and at night walking the streets f… hours, the moonlight always seemed fake to me, maybe it was,
yesterday drunken Alice gave me a jar of fig jam and today she whistles
when you’re young a pair of female high-heeled shoes just sitting
old grey-haired waitresses in cafes at night have given it up, and as I walk down sidewalks of light and look into windows
I suppose like any other boy I had one best friend in the neigh… his name was Eugene and he was big… than I was and one year older. Eugene used to whip me pretty good…
ah, Merryman, fighter on the docks, killed a man while they were unloa… bananas. mean the man he killed
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,...
luxury ocean liners crossing the water full of the indolent and rich passing from this place to that
cigarettes wetted with beer from the night before you light one gag open the door for air
all right, while we are gently cel… and while crazy classical music le… my small radio, I light a fresh ci… and realize that I am still very m… the 21st century is almost upon me…