#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
She wasn’t really a cop, she was a clerk-cop. And she started coming in and telling me about a guy who wore a purple stick pin and was a “real gentleman.” “Well,” I’d ask, “how was old ...
as the spirit wanes the form
in grievous deity my cat walks around he walks around and around with electric tail and
drinking 15 dollar champagne— Cordon Rouge—with the hookers. one is named Georgia and she doesn’t like pantyhose: I keep helping her pull up
The next day was Saturday and Debra cooked us breakfast. “Are you coming antique hunting with us today?” We ate in silence for a while, then she said, “I liked your reading at The Lance...
“You ought to try to be like Abe Mortenson,” said my mother, “he gets straight A’s. Why can’t you ever get any A’s?” “Henry is dead on his ass,” said my father. “Sometimes I can’t belie...
An old man asked me for a cigarett… and I carefully dealt out two. Been lookin’ for job. Gonna stand in the sun and smoke.” He was close to rags and rage
the dead can sleep they don’t get up and rage they don’t have a wife. her white face like a flower in a closed
she bent over the side of the bed and opened the portfolio along the side of the wall. we were drinking. she said, “you promised me these
So I was surprised when the phone rang a couple of nights later and it was Cassie. “What are you doing, Hank?” She gave me the address, it was either Westwood or West L. A. “I have plen...
I saw her when I was in the left… going east on Sunset. she was sitting with her legs crossed reading a paperback.
One morning a few days later I entered Lydia’s courtyard as she was walking in from the alley. She had been over to see her friend Tina who lived in an apartment house on the corner. Sh...
I always wanted to ball Henry Miller, she said, but by the time I got there it was too late. damn it, I said, you girls
this is my piano. the phone rings and people ask, what are you doing? how about getting drunk with us? and I say,
I pick up the skirt, I pick up the sparkling beads in black, this thing that moved once around flesh,