#1973 #AmericanWriters #AtTerrorStreetAndAgonyWay #BurningInWaterDrowningInFlame
The first thing I remember is being under something. It was a table, I saw a table leg, I saw the legs of the people, and a portion of the tablecloth hanging down. It was dark under the...
the 3 horse clipped the heels of the 7, they both went down and the 9 stumbled over them, jocks rolling, horses’ legs flung skyward.
the vultures at the zoo (all three of them) sit very quietly in their caged tree and below
horses running with her miles away laughing with a fool Bach and the hydrogen bomb
outside my window Sunday. I am eating a grapefruit. church is over at the… Orthodox to the west.
as the spirit wanes the form
in junior high school Big Max was a problem. we’d be sitting during lunch hour eating our peanut butter sandwiche… and potato chips.
I keep thinking it will be outside now waiting for me blue front bumper twisted
After nine or ten hours people began getting sleepy and falling into their cases, catching themselves just in time. We were working the zoned mail. If a letter read zone 28 you stuck it...
O lord, he said, Japanese women, real women, they have not forgotte… bowing and smiling closing the wounds men have made; but American women will kill you l…
a single dog walking alone on a hot sidewalk of summer appears to have the power of ten thousand gods.
I could see the road ahead of me. I was poor and I was going to stay poor. But I didn’t particularly want money. I didn’t know what I wanted. Yes, I did. I wanted someplace to hide out,...
in the Valkerie Mountains among the strutting peacocks I found a flower as large as my head
the pleasures of the damned are limited to brief moments of happiness: like the eyes in the look of a dog… like a square of wax,
drinking German beer and trying to come up with the immortal poem at 5 p.m. in the afternoon. but, ah, I’ve told the