#1973 #AmericanWriters #BurningInWaterDrowningInFlame #CrucifixInADeathhand
sitting with the professors we talk about Allen Tate and John Crow Ransom the rugs are clean and the coffeetables shine
There was death in that place on the hill. I knew it the first day I walked out the screen door and into the backyard. A zing– ing binging buzzing whining sound came right at me: 10,000...
used to drive those trucks so hard and for so long that my right foot would go dead from pushing down on the accelerator.
The boys on Dorsey station didn’t know my problems. I’d enter through the back way each night, hide my sweater in a tray and walk in to get my timecard: We had a game going, the black-w...
he was easy, fat as a hummingbird and I had him blowing, I jabbed and crossed and took my t… everybody was waiting for the main… drinking beer, and I was thinking
feet of cheese coffeepot soul hands that hate poolsticks eyes like paperclips I prefer red wine
I went over the other day to pick up my daughter. her mother came out with workman’s overalls on. I gave her the child support money
Julio came by with his guitar and… latest song. Julio was famous, he wrote songs a… published books of little drawings… poems.
I looked for a job all summer and couldn’t find one. Jimmy Hatcher caught on at an aircraft plant. Hitler was acting up in Europe and creating jobs for the unemployed. I had been with J...
Curly Wagner picked out Morris Moscowitz. It was after school and eight or ten of us guys had heard about it and we walked out behind the gym to watch. Wagner laid down the rules, “We f...
our marriage book, it says. I look through it. they lasted ten years. they were young once.
never even in calmer times have I ever dreamed of bicycling through that
Her father really hated me. He thought I was after his money. I didn’t want his god damned money. And I didn’t even want his god damned precious daughter. The only time I ever saw him w...
Wednesday night found me at the airport waiting for Iris. I sat around and looked at the women. None of them—except for one or two—looked as good as Iris. There was something wrong with...
he was just a cat cross-eyed, dirty white with pale blue eyes