#AmericanWriters
A week later I was driving down Hollywood Boulevard with Lydia. A weekly entertainment newspaper published in California at that time had asked me to write an article on the life of the...
in the hospitals and jails it’s the worst in madhouses it’s the worst in penthouses
yesterday drunken Alice gave me a jar of fig jam and today she whistles
places to hunt places to hide are getting harder to find, and pet canaries and goldfish too, did you… that?
call it th e green house effect or… but it just doesn’t rain like it used to. particularly remember the rains of… depression era.
I don’t beat the walls with my fis… I just sit but it rushes in a tide of it. the woman in the court behind me h…
We are like roses that have never… bloom when we should have bloomed… it is as if the sun has become disgusted with waiting
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...
probably from the belly button or… bed, or maybe from the mouth of th… the car crash on the avenue that l… scattered on the grass. she comes from love gone wrong und…
she cut my toenails the night befo… and in the morning she said, “I th… just lay here all day.” which meant she wasn’t going to wo… she was at my apartment—which mean…
Again I was on a new route. The Stone always put me on hard routes, but now and then, due to the circumstances of things, he was forced to place me on one less murderous. Route 511 was ...
looking out the window smoking rolled cigarettes drinking Sanka and watching the workers come on in
drunk again at 3 a.m. at the end o… of wine, I have typed from a dozen… poesy an old man maddened for the flesh of young gi…
It’s never quite right, he said, t… the way the music sounds, the way… written. It’s never quite right, he said, a… taught, all the loves we chase, al…
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