#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
watch them push the crippled and t… in their wheelchairs on to the electric lift which carries them up into the lon… where each chair is locked down
I’m in bed. it’s morning and I hear: where are your socks? please get dressed!
lonely as a dry and used orchard spread over the earth for use and surrender. shot down like an ex—pug selling dailies on the corner.
when I was in grammar school my parents were poor and in my lunch bag there was only a peanut butter sandwich.
I walked into the counselor’s office. It was Eddie Beaver sitting behind the desk. The clerks called him “Skinny Beaver.” He had a pointed head, pointed nose, pointed chin. He was all p...
he walks up to my Volks after I have parked and rocks it back and forth grinning around his
There were times when Frank and I were friendly with Chuck, Eddie and Gene. But something would always happen (usually I caused it) and then I would be out, and Frank would be partly ou...
in the afternoon they lean against one another and you can see how much they like the sun.
he hooked to the body hard took it well and loved to fight had seven in a row and a small fle… over one eye,
the ladies of summer will die like… and the lie the ladies of summer will love so long as the price is not forever
I heard it first while screwing a… who had the biggest box in Scranton. I listened to it again as I wrote… to my mother
near the corner table in the cafe middle-aged couple sit. they have finished their
the canaries were there, and the l… and the old woman with warts; and I was there, a child and I touched the piano keys as they talked—
looking out the window smoking rolled cigarettes drinking Sanka and watching the workers come on in
I made practice runs down to skid row to get ready for my future. I didn’t like what I saw down there. Those men and women had no special daring or brilliance. They wanted what everybod...