#1973 #AmericanWriters #AtTerrorStreetAndAgonyWay #BurningInWaterDrowningInFlame
you have to have it or the walls w… in. you have to give everything up, th… away, everything away. you have to look at what you look…
of course, I may die in the next t… and I’m ready for that but what I’m really worried about… that my editor—publisher might ret… even though he is ten years younge…
the girls were young and worked the streets but often couldn’t score, they
you with long hair, legs crossed h… the bar, you like a butcher knife… as the nightingale sings elsewhere… mingles with the roach’s hiss. know you as
you haven’t lived until you’ve been in a flophouse with nothing but one light bulb
sometimes after you get your ass kicked real good by the forces you often wish you were a crane standing on one leg in blue water
The next day in bed I got tired of waiting for the airplanes and I found a large yellow notebook that had been meant for high school work. It was empty. I found a pen. I went to bed wit...
I began at 6:18 p.m. and Dave Janko did not begin until 10:36 p.m., so it could have been worse. Having a 10:06 thirty minute lunch, I was usually back by the time he got in. In he’d co...
we are gathered here now to bury her in this poem. she did not marry an unemployed wi… beat her every
old Butch, they fixed him the girls don’t look like much anymore. when Big Sam moved out of the back
listen, he said, you ever seen a b… bucket? no, I told him. well, what happens is that now and… will climb up on top of the others
big black beard tells me that I don’t feel terror I look at him
Abe Mortenson was had enough to be around but he was just a fool. You can forgive a fool because he only runs in one direction and doesn’t deceive anybody. It’s the deceivers who make y...
64 days and nights in that place, chemotherapy, antibiotics, blood running into the catheter. leukemia.
they say that nothing is wasted: either that or it all is.