#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
the branches break, the birds fall… the whores stand straight, the bombs stack, evening, morning, night, peanutbutter,
washed—up, on shore, the old yello… out again I write from the bed as I did last year.
being the German kid in the 20’s i… was difficult. there was much anti-German feeling… a carry-over from World War 1. gangs of kids chased me through th…
I been readin’ you for a long time… I just put Billy Boy to bed, he got 7 mean ticks from somewhere… I got 2, my husband, Benny, he got 3.
It was a Wednesday night, 12:30 am and I was very sick. My stomach was raw, but I managed to hold down a few beers. Tammie was with me and she seemed sympathetic. Dancy was at her grand...
the higher you climb the greater the pressure. those who manage to endure learn
3 small boys run toward me blowing whistles and they scream you’re under arrest! you’re drunk!
I remember the Model-T. Sitting high, the running boards seemed friendly, and on cold days, in the mornings, and often at other times, my father had to fit the hand-crank into the front...
there are worse things than being alone but it often takes de cades to realize this and most often
swans die in the Spring too and there it floated dead on a Sunday sideways circling in the current
the soldiers march without guns the graves are empty peacocks glide in the rain down stairways march great men smi… there is food enough and rent enou…
Jane, who has been dead for 31 yea… never could have imagined that I would write a scre… days together and
I wait on life like a pregnancy, p… the gut but all I hear now is the piano slamming its teeth throu… brain
we are always asked to understand the other person’s viewpoint no matter how out—dated
cleaned my place the other day first time in ten years and found 100 rejected poems: fastened them all to a clipboard much bad reading.