#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
yes, they begin out in a willow, I… the starch mountains begin out in… and keep right on going without re… pumas and nectarines somehow these mountains are like
out of the arms 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,
majestic, majic infinite my little girl is sun on the carpet—
I sit here on the 2nd floor hunched over in yellow pajamas still pretending to be a writer.
the boy walks with his muddy feet… soul talking about recitals, virtuosi,… the lesser known novels of Dostoev… talking about how he corrected a w…
let me speak as a friend although the centuries hang between us and neither you nor I can see the moon. be careful less the onion blind th…
she’s young, she said, but look at me, I have pretty ankl… and look at my wrists, I have pret… wrists my god,
she wrote me for years. “I’m drinking wine in the kitchen. it’s raining outside. the children are in school.” she was an average citizen
suppose like others have come through fire and sword, love gone wrong, head-on crashes, drunk at sea, and I have listened to the simple…
near the corner table in the cafe middle-aged couple sit. they have finished their
a woman, a tire that’s flat, a disease, a desire: fears in front of you, fears that hold so still
the problem, of course, isn’t the… it’s the living parts which make up the Dem… the next person you pass on the st… multiply
is the slim tall ear-ringed bedroom damsel dressed in a long gown
Jimmy Hatcher worked part time in a grocery store. While none of us could get jobs he could always get one. He had his little movie star face and his mother had a great body. With his f...
The bandages were helpful. L.A. County Hospital had finally come up with something. The boils drained. They didn’t vanish but they flattened a bit. Yet some new ones would appear and ri...