#1973 #AmericanWriters #AtTerrorStreetAndAgonyWay #BurningInWaterDrowningInFlame
we buy the scandal sheets at the s… get into bed and eat pretzels and… the church bells ring and the dogs… we turn on the tv and watch very b… then she goes down and brings up i…
was on the train to Del Mar and I… to go to the bar car. I had a beer… back and sat down. pardon me,” said the lady next to… sitting in my husband’s seat.”
big black beard tells me that I don’t feel terror I look at him
he talks like he writes and he has a face like a dove, unt… externals. little shiver of horror runs throu… about
she’s young, she said, but look at me, I have pretty ankles, and look at my wrists, I have pret… wrists
the old fart, he used his literary… to reel them in one at a time, each younger than the last. he liked to meet them for luncheon… wine
this time has finished me. I feel like the German troops whipped by snow and the communists walking bent with newspapers stuffed into
I phoned Joyce. “How’s it working with Purple Sti… “What did he do when you told him… “We were sitting across from each… “What happened?”
at the window I watch a man with a power mower the sounds of his doing race like flies and bees
R.O.T.C. (Reserve Officer Training Corps) was for the misfits. Like I said, it was either that or gym. I would have taken gym but I didn’t want people to sec the boils on my back. There...
in the men’s room at the track this boy of about 7 or 8 years old came out of a stall
I was hungover again, another heat spell was on—a week of 100 degree days. The drinking went on each night, and in the early mornings and days there was The Stone and the impossibility ...
Sara was preparing the turkey dressing and I sat in the kitchen talking to her. We were both sipping white wine. The phone rang. I went and got it. It was Debra. “I just wanted to wish ...
The first thing I remember is being under something. It was a table, I saw a table leg, I saw the legs of the people, and a portion of the tablecloth hanging down. It was dark under the...
the girls are coming home in their… and I sit by the window and watch. there’s a girl in a red dress driving a white car