#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
the flesh covers the bone and they put a mind in there and sometimes a soul, and the women break
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...
is an orange animal with hand grenades fire power
we are always asked to understand the other person’s viewpoint no matter how out—dated
So I took the exam, passed it, took the physical, passed it, and there I was—a substitute mail carrier. It began easy. I was sent to West Avon Station and it was just like Christmas exc...
at their best, there is gentleness… some understanding and, at times,… courage but all in all it is a mass, a glo… have too much.
death wants more death, and its we… I remember my father’s garage, how… I would brush the corpses of flies from the windows they thought were… their sticky, ugly, vibrant bodies
“You ought to try to be like Abe Mortenson,” said my mother, “he gets straight A’s. Why can’t you ever get any A’s?” “Henry is dead on his ass,” said my father. “Sometimes I can’t belie...
all right, while we are gently cel… and while crazy classical music le… my small radio, I light a fresh ci… and realize that I am still very m… the 21st century is almost upon me…
the ladies of summer will die like… and the lie the ladies of summer will love so long as the price is not forever
Phillipe ’s is an old time cafe off Alameda street just a little north and east of the main post office. Phillipe’s opens at 5 a.m.
Joyce found a job with the county, the county Police Department, of all things. I was living with a cop! But at least it was during the day, which gave me a little rest from those fondl...
these women are supposed to come and see me but they never do. there’s the one with the long scar…
at exactly 12:00 midnight 1973-74 Los Angeles it began to rain on the palm leaves outside my window
is the slim tall ear-ringed bedroom damsel dressed in a long gown