#AmericanWriters
The reading in Vancouver went through, $500 plus air fare and lodging. The sponsor, Bart Mcintosh, was nervous about crossing the border. I was to fly to Seattle, he’d meet me there and...
in the hospitals I’ve been in you see the crosses on the walls with the thin palm leaves behind t… yellowed and browned it is the signal to accept the ine…
this Friday night the Mexican girls at the Catholic… look especially good their husbands are in the bars and the Mexican girls look young
it sits outside my window now like and old woman going to market… it sits and watches me, it sweats nevously through wire and fog and dog—bark
once starving in Philadelphia I had a small room it was evening going into night and I stood at my window on the 3r…
sway with me, everything sad— madmen in stone houses without doors, lepers steaming love and song frogs trying to figure
One night my father took me on his milk route. There were no longer any horsedrawn wagons. The milk trucks now had engines. After loading up at the milk company we drove off on his rout...
probably from the belly button or… bed, or maybe from the mouth of th… the car crash on the avenue that l… scattered on the grass. she comes from love gone wrong und…
takes lot of desperation dissatisfaction and
Either peace or happiness, let it enfold you when I was a young man I felt these things were dumb, unsophisticated.
One night I was assigned to the stool next to Butchner. He didn’t stick any mail. He just sat there. And talked. A young girl came in and sat down at the end of the aisle. I heard Butch...
little dark girl with kind eyes when it comes time to use the knife I won’t flinch and
these women are supposed to come and see me but they never do. there’s the one with the long scar…
in the center of the action you have to lay down like an anima… until it charges, you have to lay down
I never wear dark shades but this red head went to get a prescription filled on Hollywood… and she kept haggling and working… me, snapping and snarling.