#AmericanWriters
murdered in the alleys of the land frost-bitten against flagpoles pawned by females educated in the dark for the dark vomiting into plugged toilets
I have lain in bed all day but I have written one poem and I am up now looking out the window and like a novelist might say
think of de vils in hell and stare at a beautiful vase of flowers as the woman in my bedroom
he met her at the racetrack, a str… blonde with round hips, well-bosom… turned-up nose, flower mouth, in a… wearing white high-heeled shoes. she began asking him questions abo…
The reading in Vancouver went through, $500 plus air fare and lodging. The sponsor, Bart Mcintosh, was nervous about crossing the border. I was to fly to Seattle, he’d meet me there and...
in the men’s room at the track this boy of about 7 or 8 years old came out of a stall
In bed I had something in front o… “Sorry, baby,” I said. Then I ro… Then something awakened me. It wa… “Go, baby, go!” I told her. I arched my back now and then. Sh…
the critics now have me drinking champagne and driving a BMW and also married to a socialite from
in grievous deity my cat walks around he walks around and around with electric tail and
what i liked about e.e. cummings was that he cut away from the holiness of the word and with charm
New Year’s Eve was another bad night for me to get through. My parents had always delighted in New Year’s Eve, listening to it approach on the radio, city by city, until it arrived in L...
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
Van Gogh cut off his ear gave it to a prostitute who flung it away in extreme
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...
I got his ashes, she said, and I… out to sea and I scattered his ash… they didn’t even look like ashes and the urn was weighted with