#1973 #AmericanWriters #BurningInWaterDrowningInFlame #CrucifixInADeathhand
I see old people on pensions in th… supermarkets and they are thin and… proud and they are dying they are starving on their feet an… nothing. long ago, among other lie…
my mother knocked on my rooming-ho… and came in looked in the dresser drawer: Henry you don’t have any clean stockings?
I began getting dizzy spells. I could feel them coming. The case would begin to whirl. The spells lasted about a minute. I couldn’t understand it. Each letter was getting heavier and he...
sun-stroked women without men on a Santa Monica Monday; the men are working or in jail or insane;
don’t undress my love you might find a mannequin: don’t undress the mannequin you might find my love.
I saw Sara every three or four days, at her place or at mine. We slept together but there was no sex. We came close but we never quite got to it. Drayer Baba’s precepts held strong. We ...
good weather is like good women— it doesn’t always happen and when it does
92 years old his tooth has been bothering him had to get it filled he lost his left eye 40 years ago
That summer, July 1934, they gunned down John Dillinger outside the movie house in Chicago. He never had a chance. The Lady in Red had fingered him. More than a year earlier the banks h...
We had another fight. Later I was back at my place but I didn’t feel like sitting there alone and drinking. The night harness racing meet was on. I took a pint and went out to the track...
as the orchid dies and the grass goes insane, let’s have one for the los… met an old man and a tired whore
One Sunday Jimmy talked me into going to the beach with him. He wanted to go swimming. I didn’t want to he seen wearing swimming trunks because my hack was covered with boils and scars....
at North Avenue 21 drunk tank you… there was always some guy who woul… way to the crapper and then you would curse him good,… he would know enough to either be…
the lair of the hunted is hidden in the last place you’d ever look and even if you find it you won’t believe
I can remember starving in a small room in a strange city shades pulled down, listening to classical music I was young I was so young it hur…