#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
half drunk I left her place her warm blankets and I was hungover didn’t even know what town
we were in bed and she started to fight: “you son of a bitch! you just wait… I’ll get you!” I began laughing:
there waas a rock-and-mud slide on the Pacific Coast Highway and… detour and they directed us up int… and traffic was slow and it was ho… we were lost.
the feelings I get driving past the railroad yard never on purpose but on my way to… are the feelings other men have fo… see the tracks and all the boxcars
eating cold plums in bed she told me about the German who owned everything on the block except the custom drapery shop and he tried to buy
A week later I was driving down Hollywood Boulevard with Lydia. A weekly entertainment newspaper published in California at that time had asked me to write an article on the life of the...
The 5th grade was a little better. The other students seemed less hostile and I was growing larger physically. I still wasn’t chosen for the homeroom teams but I was threatened less. Da...
sway with me, everything sad— madmen in stone houses without doors, lepers steaming love and song frogs trying to figure
takes lot of desperation dissatisfaction and
Tony phoned and told me that Jan had left him but that he was a… helped him he said to think about… like D. H. Lawrence pissed off with life in general bu…
I have a saying, “the tough ones a… back.” but Vera was kinder than most, and so I was surprised when she arrived that night
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
monkey feet small and blue walking toward you as the back of a building falls of… and an airplane chews the white sk…
it beats love because there aren’t… wounds: in the morning she turns on the radio, Brahms or… or Stravinsky or Mozart. she boil… eggs counting the seconds out loud…
dogs and angels are not very different. I often go to this place to eat about 2:30 in the afternoon