#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
I found a room on Temple Street in the Filipino district. It was $3.50 a week, upstairs on the second floor. I paid the landlady—a middle-aged blond—a week’s rent. The toilet and tub we...
got out, fellow said, “hey!” walke… me, we shook hands, he slipped me… tickets for free car washes, “find… told him, walked on through to wai… area with wife, we sat on outside…
we have everything and we have not… and some men do it in churches and some men do it by tearing butt… in half and some men do it in Palm Spring…
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…
I cross the room to the last wall the last window the last pink sun with its arms around the world
well, first Mae West died and then George Raft, and Eddie G. Robinson’s been gone long time,
my mother, father and I walked to the market once a week for our government relief food: cans of beans, cans of
is the slim tall ear-ringed bedroom damsel dressed in a long gown
I found that the only time to study was before sleeping. I was always too tired to make and eat breakfast, so I would go out and buy a tall 6 pack, put it on the chair beside the bed, r...
absolutely sesamoid said the skeleton shoving his chalky foot upon my desk, and that was it,
Wednesday night found me at the airport waiting for Iris. I sat around and looked at the women. None of them—except for one or two—looked as good as Iris. There was something wrong with...
I’m soft. I dream too. I let myself dream. I dream of being famous. I dream of walking the streets of London and
the mockingbird had been following… all summer mocking mocking mocking teasing and cocksure; the cat crawled under rockers on p…
there are many single women in the… with one or two or three children and one wonders where the husbands have gone or where the lovers have gone
I was sitting next to a young girl who didn’t know her scheme very well. “Where does 2900 Roteford go?" she asked me. "Try throwing it to 33," I told her. “You say you’re from Kansas Ci...