#1973 #AmericanWriters #AtTerrorStreetAndAgonyWay #BurningInWaterDrowningInFlame
and the subnormal. all through grammar school junior high high school junior college
I hear them outside: “does he always type this late?” “no, it’s very unusual.” “he shouldn’t type this
near the corner table in the cafe middle-aged couple sit. they have finished their
Of all the guys left in the neighborhood, Frank was the nicest. We got to be friends, we got to going around together, we didn’t need the other guys much. They had more or less kicked F...
looking out the window smoking rolled cigarettes drinking Sanka and watching the workers come on in
know. I know. they are limited, have different needs and concerns. but I watch and learn from them.
I was the last one off the plane and there was Joanna Dover. “Joanna, let’s have a Bloody Mary while we wait for my baggage. Oh hell, I don’t have any baggage. But let’s have a Bloody M...
the droll noon where squadrons of worms creep up like stripteasers to be raped by blackbirds. I go outside
the virus holds the concepts give way like rotten shoelaces toothache and bacon dance on the lawn
call it the greenhouse effect or w… but it just doesn’t rain like it u… I particularly remember the rains… depression era. there wasn’t any money but there w…
I have been hanging here headless for so long that the body has forgotten
the dead can sleep they don’t get up and rage they don’t have a wife. her white face like a flower in a closed
there are beasts in the salt shake… and airdromes in the coffeepot. my mother’s hand is in the bag dra… and from the backs of spoons come the cries of tiny tortured animals…
swans die in the Spring too and there it floated dead on a Sunday sideways circling in the current
I was coming home from classes down Westview hill. I never had any books to carry. I passed my exams by listening to the class lectures and by guessing at the answers. I never had to cr...