#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
look there. the one you considered killing you… for. you saw her the other day getting out of her car
you gotta have wars suppose World War One was the bes… really, you know, both sides were… they really had something to fight… they really thought they had somet…
he comes out at 7:30 a.m. every da… with 3 peanut butter sandwiches, a… there’s one can of beer which he floats in the baitbucket. he fishes for hours with a small t…
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…
the blue pencil of the wave shots of yellow road a steering wheel an insane woman sitting next to you
I had been corresponding with Tanya and on the evening of January 5th she phoned. She had a high excited sexy voice like Betty Boop used to have. “I’m flying down tomorrow evening. Will...
out of the arm of one love and into the arms of another I have been saved from dying on th… by a lady who smokes pot writes songs and stories
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 ...
old grey-haired waitresses in cafes at night have given it up, and as I walk down sidewalks of light and look into windows
they get up on their garage roof both of them 80 or 90 years old standing on the slant she wanting to fall really all the way
this is important enough: to get your feelings down, it is better than shaving or cooking beans with garlic. it is the little we can do
Our English teacher, Miss Gredis, was the absolute best. She was a blonde with a long sharp nose. Her nose wasn’t much good but you didn’t notice it when you looked at the rest of her. ...
here comes the fishhead singing here comes the baked potato in dra… here comes nothing to do all day l… here comes another night of no sle… here comes the phone wringing the…
New Year’s Eve was another bad night for me to get through. My parents had always delighted in New Year’s Eve, listening to it approach on the radio, city by city, until it arrived in L...
Christmas eve, alone, in a motel room down the coast near the Pacific— hear it?