#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
Lila Jane was a girl my age who lived next door. I still wasn’t allowed to play with the children in the neighborhood, but sitting in the bedroom often got dull. I would go out and walk...
in junior high school Big Max was a problem. we’d be sitting during lunch hour eating our peanut butter sandwiche… and potato chips.
there was a frozen tree that I wan… but the shells came down and in Vegas looking across at a g… at 3:30 in the morning, I died without nails, without a co…
big sloppy wounded dog hit by a car and walking toward the curbing making enormous sounds
never even in calmer times have I ever dreamed of bicycling through that
during my worst times on the park benches in the jails or living with whores
I stayed five days and nights. Then I couldn’t get it up any more. Joanna drove me to the airport. She had bought me a new piece of luggage and some new clothing. I hated that Dallas-Fo...
love, he said, gas kiss me off kiss my lips kiss my hair my fingers
at high noon at a small college near the beach sober the sweat running down my arms a spot of sweat on the table
at exactly 12:00 midnight 1973-74 Los Angeles it began to rain on the palm leaves outside my window
Back at Chelsey High it was the same. One group of seniors had graduated but they were replaced by another group of seniors with sports cars and expensive clothes. I was never confronte...
Somehow the money slipped away after that and soon I left the track and sat around in my apartment waiting for the 90 days’ leave to run out. My nerves were raw from the drinking and th...
they say that nothing is wasted: either that or it all is.
the essence of the belly like a white balloon sacked is disturbing like the running of feet on the stairs
there are these small cliffs above the sea and it is night, late night; I have been unable to sleep, and with my car above me