#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
there are worse things than being alone but it often takes decades to realize this and most often
I phoned Joyce. “How’s it working with Purple Sti… “What did he do when you told him… “We were sitting across from each… “What happened?”
once bought a toy rabbit at a department store and now he sits and ponders me with pink sheer eyes: He wants golf balls and glass
they photograph you on your porch and on your couch and standing in the courtyard or leaning against your car these photographers
Katherine stayed 4 or 5 more days. We had reached the time of the month when it was risky for Katherine to fuck. I couldn’t stand rubbers. Katherine got some contraceptive foam. Meanwhi...
he’s 17 . mother, he said, how do I crack an egg? all right, she said to me, you don… sit there looking like that.
I had worked my charms on her for a couple of nights in a bar— not that we were new lovers, I had loved her for 16 months but she didn’t want to come to my…
what you see is what you see: madhouses are rarely on display. that we still walk about and scratch ourselves and light
Bobby’s wife worked two nights a week and when she was gone he got on the telephone. I knew that on Tuesday and Thursday nights he would be lonely. It was Tuesday night when the phone r...
there are these small cliffs above the sea and it is night, late night; I have been unable to sleep, and with my car above me
long ago he edited a little magazi… was up in San Francisco during the beat era during the reading-poetry-with-jaz… and I remember him because he neve…
by God, I don’t know what to do. they’re so nice to have around. they have a way of playing with the balls
I sat in the airport and waited. You never knew about photos. You could never tell. I was nervous. I felt like vomiting. I lit a cigarette and gagged. Why did I do these things? I didn’...
Back at Chelsey High it was the same. One group of seniors had graduated but they were replaced by another group of seniors with sports cars and expensive clothes. I was never confronte...
if I suffer at this typewriter think how I’d feel among the lettuce— pickers of Salinas?