#AmericanWriters
monkey feet small and blue walking toward you as the back of a building falls of… and an airplane chews the white sk…
sun-stroked women without men on a Santa Monica Monday; the men are working or in jail or insane;
I pick up the skirt, I pick up the sparkling beads in black, this thing that moved once around flesh,
Two nights later I went over to Tammie’s place on Rustic Court. I knocked. The lights weren’t on. It seemed empty. I looked in her mailbox. There were letters in there. I wrote a note, ...
long ago he edited a little magazi… was up in San Francisco during the beat era during the reading-poetry-with-jaz… and I remember him because he neve…
at exactly 12:00 midnight 1973-74 Los Angeles it began to rain on the palm leaves outside my window
little dark girl with kind eyes when it comes time to use the knife I won’t flinch and
I stop my car at the signal I see her walking past the graveya… as she walks past the iron fence I can see through the iron fence and I see the headstones
your life is your life don’t let it be clubbed into dank… be on the watch. there are ways out. there is a light somewhere.
But there were some good moments. My sometime friend from the neighborhood, Gene, who was a year older than I, had a buddy, Harry Gibson, who had had one professional fight (he’d lost)....
terror finally becomes almost bearable but never quite terror creeps like a cat crawls like a cat
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…
I’ve watched this city burn twice in my lifetime and the most notable event was the reaction of the politicians in the
dame some dogs who sleep at night must dream of bones and I remember your bones in flesh
I began at 6:18 p.m. and Dave Janko did not begin until 10:36 p.m., so it could have been worse. Having a 10:06 thirty minute lunch, I was usually back by the time he got in. In he’d co...