#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
what is it about lobsters and crab… those white-pink shells that always make me hungry just looking at them there in the butcher’s display case
call it love stand it up in the failing light put it in a dress pray sing beg cry laugh
all the women all their kisses the different ways they love and talk and need. their ears they all have
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…
do not b other the beagle lying th… away from grass and flowers and pa… dreaming dogdreams, or perhaps dre… nothing, as men do awake; yes, leave him be, in that simple…
my mother, father and I walked to the market once a week for our government relief food: cans of beans, cans of
she sits up there drinking wine while her husband is at work. she puts quite
he’s a runt he snarls and scratches chases cars groans in his sleep and has a perfect star above each…
The next night Bobby and Valerie came over. They had recently moved into my apartment building and now lived across the court. Bobby had on his tight knit shirt. Everything always fitte...
Then the supervisor moved us to a new aisle. We had been there ten hours. “Before you begin,” the soup said, "I want to tell you some– thing. Each tray of this type of mail must be stuc...
cimen altinda gecen 225 gunden son… kanini emip bitireli epey oldu, ar… bu isler boyle mi oluyor? bu odada hala ask saatlerinin golg… birakip gittiginde asagi yukari he…
one of the terrible things is really being in bed night after night with a woman you no longer
I didn’t see Lydia for a couple of days, although I did manage to phone her 6 or 7 times during that period. Then the weekend arrived. Her ex-husband, Gerald, always took the children o...
“what?” they say, “you got a computer?” it’s like I have sold out to the enemy. I had no idea so many
sitting with the professors we talk about Allen Tate and John Crow Ransom the rugs are clean and the coffeetables shine