#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
too much too little too fat too thin or nobody.
what is it about lobsters and crab… those white-pink shells that always make me hungry just looking at them there in the butcher’s display case
I took the envelope home to my mother and handed it to her and walked into the bedroom. My bedroom. The best thing about the bedroom was the bed. I liked to stay in bed for hours, even ...
they say that nothing is wasted: either that or it all is.
I read that he lost a suitcase ful… train and that they never were rec… I can’t match the agony of this but the other night I wrote a 3—pa… upon this computer
it sits outside my window now like and old woman going to market… it sits and watches me, it sweats nevously through wire and fog and dog—bark
re-reading some of Fante’s The Wine of Youth in bed this mid-afternoon my big cat
The next day in bed I got tired of waiting for the airplanes and I found a large yellow notebook that had been meant for high school work. It was empty. I found a pen. I went to bed wit...
in grievous deity my cat walks around he walks around and around with electric tail and
first they used to, he told me, gun and bomb the elephants, you could hear their screams over… but you flew high to bomb the peop… you never saw it,
“It’s the manager, Freddy. He has started whistling this song. He’s whistling it when I come in in the morning and he never stops, and he’s whistling it when I go home at night. It’s be...
eating cold plums in bed she told me about the German who owned everything on the block except the custom drapery shop and he tried to buy
all the way from Mexico straight from the fields to 14 wins 13 by k.o. he was ranked #3
A month went by. R.A. Dwight, the editor of Dogbite Press wrote and asked me to do a foreword to Keesing’s Selected Poems. Keesing, with the help of his death, was at last going to get ...
we are gathered here now to bury her in this poem. she did not marry an unemployed wi… beat her every