#1973 #AmericanWriters #AtTerrorStreetAndAgonyWay #BurningInWaterDrowningInFlame
The first three or four days at Mears-Starbuck were identical. In fact, similarity was a very dependable thing at Mears-Starbuck. The caste system was an accepted fact. There wasn’t a s...
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
I suppose so. I was living in an attic in Phila… it became very hot in the summer a… bars. I didn’t have any money and… I put a small ad in the paper and…
I’ve come by, she says, to tell yo… that this is it. I’m not kidding,… over. this is it. I sit on the couch watching her ar… her long red hair before my bedroo…
Dee Dee had to pick up her son at the airport. He was coming home from England for his vacation. He was 17, she told me, and his father was an ex-concert pianist. But he’d fallen for sp...
when I was in grammar school my parents were poor and in my lunch bag there was only a peanut butter sandwich.
as the orchid dies and the grass goes insane, let’s have one for the los… met an old man and a tired whore
I get too many phone calls. they seek the creature out. they shouldn’t.
absolutely sesamoid said the skeleton shoving his chalky foot upon my desk, and that was it,
I awaken about noon and go out to… in my old torn bathrobe. I’m hung over hair down in my eyes barefoot
my first and only wife painted and she talked to me about it: it’s all so painful
my father was a practical man. he had an idea. you see, my son, he said, I can pay for this house in my lif… then it’s mine.
the 3 horse clipped the heels of the 7, they both went down and the 9 stumbled over them, jocks rolling, horses’ legs flung skyward.
I found a room on Temple Street in the Filipino district. It was $3.50 a week, upstairs on the second floor. I paid the landlady—a middle-aged blond—a week’s rent. The toilet and tub we...
Go to Tibet. Ride a camel. Read the Bible. Dye your shoes blue. Grow a Beard.