#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
listening to Wagner as outside in the dark the wind bl… trees wave and shake lights go off and on the walls creak and the… bed...
was a truly amazing man he pretended to be rich even though we lived on beans and… when we sat down to eat, he said,
majestic, majic infinite my little girl is sun on the carpet—
R.O.T.C. kept me away from sports while the other guys practiced every day. They made the school teams, won their letters and got the girls. My days were spent mostly marching around in...
re-reading some of Fante’s The Wine of Youth in bed this mid-afternoon my big cat
The riots ended, the baby calmed down, and I found ways to avoid Janko. But the dizzy spells persisted. The doctor wrote me a standing order for the green-white librium capsules and the...
The 5th grade was a little better. The other students seemed less hostile and I was growing larger physically. I still wasn’t chosen for the homeroom teams but I was threatened less. Da...
terror finally becomes almost bearable but never quite terror creeps like a cat crawls like a cat
I took women either to the boxing matches or to the racetrack. That Thursday night I took Katherine to the boxing matches at the Olympic auditorium. She had never been to a live fight. ...
The jew bent over and died. 99 machine guns were shipped to France. somebody w… while I inspected the propeller of an old monoplane
I was coming home from classes down Westview hill. I never had any books to carry. I passed my exams by listening to the class lectures and by guessing at the answers. I never had to cr...
I sit here on the 2nd floor hunched over in yellow pajamas still pretending to be a writer.
a great white light dawns across t… continent as we fawn over our failed traditi… often kill to preserve them or sometimes kill just to kill.
in the Valkerie Mountains among the strutting peacocks I found a flower as large as my head
Jane, who has been dead for 31 yea… never could have imagined that I would write a scre… days together and