#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
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
well, first Mae West died and then George Raft, and Eddie G. Robinson’s been gone long time,
That evening after dinner Joanna produced some mescaline. “You ever tried this stuff?” Joanna had some paints and brushes and paper spread on the table. Then I remembered she was an art...
hey, said my friend, I want you to… Hangdog Harry, he reminds me of y… and I said, all right, and we went… this cheap hotel. old men sitting around watching
this fear of being what they are: dead. at least they are not out on the s… are careful to stay indoors, those pasty mad who sit alone before the…
That night I took Tammie to the harness races. We went upstairs to the second deck and sat down. I brought her a program and she stared at it a while. (At the harness races, past perfor...
he got knifed in broad daylight, c… holding his hands over his gut, dr… on the pavement. nobody waiting in line left their… he made it to the Mission doorway,…
the old fart, he used his literary… to reel them in one at a time, each younger than the last. he liked to meet them for luncheon… wine
Sam the whorehouse man has squeaky shoes and he walks up and down the court squeaking and talking to
this Friday night the Mexican girls at the Catholic… look especially good their husbands are in the bars and the Mexican girls look young
a woman, a tire that’s flat, a disease, a desire: fears in front of you, fears that hold so still
I began receiving letters from a girl in New York City. Her name was Mindy. She had run across a couple of my books, but the best thing about her letters was that she seldom mentioned w...
once starving in Philadelphia I had a small room it was evening going into night and I stood at my window on the 3r…
I awaken about noon and go out to… in my old torn bathrobe. I’m hung over hair down in my eyes barefoot
my grandfather was a tall German with a strange smell on his breath… he stood very straight in front of his small house and his wife hated him