#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
I was surprised the next morning when April knocked on the door. April was the one on ATD who had been at Harry Ascot’s party and who had left with the speed freak. It was 11 am. April ...
are more beautiful than movie stars and they lounge on the lawn sunbathing
and the subnormal. all through grammar school junior high high school junior college
I drank for the next week. I drank night and day and wrote 25 or 30 mournful poems about lost love. It was Friday night when the phone rang. It was Mercedes. “I got married,” she said, ...
Tammie came by that night. She appeared to be high on uppers. “I want some champagne,” she said. Then the phone rang. It was Lydia. “I just wondered how you were doing. ...” “You know D...
he walks up to my Volks after I have parked and rocks it back and forth grinning around his
old Butch, they fixed him the girls don’t look like much anymore. when Big Sam moved out of the back
I had to take a shit but instead I went into this shop to have a key made. the woman was dressed
it is the man you’ve never seen wh… keeps you going, the one who might arrive someday. he isn’t out on the streets or
I used to hold my social security… up in the air, he told me, but I was so small they couldn’t see it,
listen, man, don’t tell me about t… sent, we didn’t receive them, we are very careful with manuscrip… we bake them burn them
in the men’s room at the track this boy of about 7 or 8 years old came out of a stall
I read that he lost a suitcase ful… train and that they never were rec… I can’t match the agony of this but the other night I wrote a 3—pa… upon this computer
Fay was all right with the pregnancy. For an old gal, she was all right. We waited around at our place. Finally the time came. “It won’t be long,” she said. “I don’t want to get there t...
I sit here on the 2nd floor hunched over in yellow pajamas still pretending to be a writer.