#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
the sun slides down through the sh… have a pair of black shoes and a p… brown shoes. can hardly remember the girls of m… there is numb blood pulsing throug…
in the men’s room at the track this boy of about 7 or 8 years old came out of a stall
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 ...
I was always a natural slob I liked to lay upon the bed in undershirt (stained, of course) (and with cigarette holes)
my grandmother had a serious gas problem. we only saw her on Sunday. she’d sit down to dinner and she’d have gas.
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 get too many phone calls. they seek the creature out. they shouldn’t.
she cut my toenails the night befo… and in the morning she said, “I th… just lay here all day.” which meant she wasn’t going to wo… she was at my apartment—which mean…
you know what Li Po said when ask… Artist or Rich? I’d rather be Rich,” he replied,… sitting on the doorsteps of the Rich.”
Marina Louise, Fay named the child. So there it was, Marina Louise Chinaski. In the crib by the window. Looking up at the tree leafs and bright designs whirling on the ceiling. Then she...
as I go to the escalator young fellow and a lovely young gi… are ahead of me. her pants, her blouse are skintigh… as we ascend
often it is the only thing between you and impossibility. no drink,
Bruckner wasn’t bad even though he got down on his knees and proclaimed Wagner the master.
I’m in bed. it’s morning and I hear: where are your socks? please get dressed!
a single dog walking alone on a hot sidewalk of summer appears to have the power of ten thousand gods.