#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
this man sometimes forgets who he is. sometimes he thinks he’s the Pope. other times he thinks he’s a
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...
I been readin’ you for a long time… I just put Billy Boy to bed, he got 7 mean ticks from somewhere… I got 2, my husband, Benny, he got 3.
yes, they begin out in a willow, I… the starch mountains begin out in… and keep right on going without re… pumas and nectarines somehow these mountains are like
we are gathered here now to bury her in this poem. she did not marry an unemployed wi… beat her every
these boys have got class they ought to make kings out of old men rolling cigarettes in rooms small enough
Within a day or two, about 1 pm in the afternoon there was a knock at my door. It was a painter, Monty Riff, or so he informed me. He also told me that I used to get drunk with him when...
Times were still hard. Nobody was any more surprised than I when Mears– Starbuck phoned and asked me to report to work the next Monday. I had gone all around town putting in dozens of a...
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
the flesh covers the bone and they put a mind in there and sometimes a soul, and the women break
it is not very good to not get through whether it’s the wall the human mind
some people never go crazy. me, sometimes I’ll lie down behind… for 3 or 4 days. they’ll find me there. it’s Cherub, they’ll say, and
her shoes themselves would light my room like many candles. she walks like all things shining on glass,
this is important enough: to get your feelings down, it is better than shaving or cooking beans with garlic. it is the little we can do
I had this room in front on DeLon… and I used to sit for hours in the daytime looking out the front window.