#1973 #AmericanWriters #AtTerrorStreetAndAgonyWay #BurningInWaterDrowningInFlame
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 kept the date in mind. It was never any problem creating a split with Lydia. I was naturally a loner, content just to live with a woman, eat with her, sleep with her, walk down the st...
we were in bed and she started to fight: “you son of a bitch! you just wait… I’ll get you!” I began laughing:
know. I know. they are limited, have different needs and concerns. but I watch and learn from them.
was on the train to Del Mar and I… to go to the bar car. I had a beer… back and sat down. pardon me,” said the lady next to… sitting in my husband’s seat.”
around 2 a.m. in my small room after turning off the poem machine for now
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…
Julio came by with his guitar and… latest song. Julio was famous, he wrote songs a… published books of little drawings… poems.
Marina Louise, Fay named the child. So there it was, Marina Louise Chinaski. In the crib by the window. Looking up at the tree leafs and bright designs whirling on the ceiling. Then she...
maybe I’ll win the Irish Sweepsta… maybe I’ll go nuts maybe Harcourt Brace will call or maybe unemployment insurance or rich lesbian at the top of a hill.
sleepy now at 4 a.m. hear the siren of a white ambulance,
this is important enough: to get your feelings down, it is better than shaving or cooking beans with garlic. it is the little we can do
One night my father took me on his milk route. There were no longer any horsedrawn wagons. The milk trucks now had engines. After loading up at the milk company we drove off on his rout...
my grandfather was a tall German with a strange smell on his breath… he stood very straight in front of his small house and his wife hated him
in the winter walking on my ceiling my eyes the size of street… I have 4 feet like a mouse but wash my own underwear—bearded and hungover and a hard-on and no lawy…