#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
you shoulda been at this party, I know you hate parties but you seem to be at most of them… anyhow, I took my girl, you know her—
I went over the other day to pick up my daughter. her mother came out with workman’s overalls on. I gave her the child support money
Bobby and Valerie came by and I introduced everybody around. “Valerie and I are going to take a vacation and rent rooms by the seashore in Manhattan Beach,” said Bobby. “Why don’t you g...
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
I can remember starving in a small room in a strange city shades pulled down, listening to classical music I was young I was so young it hur…
there are beasts in the salt shake… and airdromes in the coffeepot. my mother’s hand is in the bag dra… and from the backs of spoons come the cries of tiny tortured animals…
I blacked out after that. I guess I had consumed more whiskey than I thought. I don’t remember arriving at Nicole’s. I awakened in the morning with my back to somebody in a strange bed....
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.
I went with two ladies down to Venice to look for antique furniture. I parked in back of the store and went in with them.
in the afternoon they lean against one another and you can see how much they like the sun.
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...
the essence of the belly like a white balloon sacked is disturbing like the running of feet on the stairs
Lydia’s sister Angela came to town from Utah to see Lydia’s new house. Lydia had made a down payment on a little place and the monthly payments were very low. It was a very good buy. Th...
the droll noon where squadrons of worms creep up like stripteasers to be raped by blackbirds. I go outside
On Thursday night Bobby phoned again. “Hey, man, what are you doing?” “Oh, come on, man, I’ll just stay for a few beers. . . .” “You treat him mean. He gets lonely when his wife is at w...