#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
what is it about lobsters and crab… those white-pink shells that always make me hungry just looking at them there in the butcher’s display case
drinking 15 dollar champagne— Cordon Rouge—with the hookers. one is named Georgia and she doesn’t like pantyhose: I keep helping her pull up
I read last Saturday in the redwoods outside of Santa Cruz and I was about 3/4's finished when I heard a long high scream and a quite attractive
often it is the only thing between you and impossibility. no drink,
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...
she came to my place drunk riding a deer up on the front porc… so many women want to save the wor… but can’t keep their own kitchens… but me...
the words have come and gone, I sit ill. the phone rings, the cats sleep. Linda vacuums. I am waiting to live,
my friend is worried about dying he lives in Frisco I live in L.A. he goes to the gym and works with the iron and hits
I was sitting in my shorts one afternoon a week later. There was a tender little knock on the door. “Just a moment,” I said. I put on a robe and opened the door. “We’re two girls from G...
all the women all their kisses the different ways they love and talk and need. their ears they all have
he was a good one say 18, 19, marine and every time woman came down the train aisle
Sara was preparing the turkey dressing and I sat in the kitchen talking to her. We were both sipping white wine. The phone rang. I went and got it. It was Debra. “I just wanted to wish ...
I’m not going to die easy; I’ve sat on your suicide beds in some of the worst holes in America,
sometimes after you get your ass kicked real good by the forces you often wish you were a crane standing on one leg in blue water
the cockroach crouched against the tile while I was pissing and as I turned my head he hauled his butt