#AmericanWriters
this woman keeps phoning me even though I tell her I am livin… I love. I keep hearing noises in the envir… she phones,
I went up to Tammie’s place with my cardboard cartons. First I got the items she mentioned. Then I found other things—other dresses and blouses, shoes, an iron, a hair dryer, Dancy’s cl...
We came in low over Kansas City, the pilot said the temperature was 20 degrees, and there I was in my thin California sports coat and shirt, lightweight pants, summer stockings, and hol...
the boy walks with his muddy feet… soul talking about recitals, virtuosi,… the lesser known novels of Dostoev… talking about how he corrected a w…
they laugh continually even when a board falls down and destroys a face or distorts a
to be writing poetry at the age of… like a schoolboy, surely, I must be crazy; racetracks and booze and arguments with the landlord;
one of Lorca’s best lines is, “agony, always agony ...” think of this when you
they photograph you on your porch and on your couch and standing in the courtyard or leaning against your car these photographers
monkey feet small and blue walking toward you as the back of a building falls of… and an airplane chews the white sk…
Thanks for the good letter. I don’t think it hurts, sometimes, to remember where you came from. You know the places where I came from. Even the people who try to write about that or mak...
Just give me a little atomic bomb Not too mutch just a little Enough to kill a horse in the stre… But there aren’t any horses in the… Enough to knock the flowers from a…
The ultra-violet ray machine clicked off. I had been treated on both sides. I took off the goggles and began to dress. Miss Ackerman walked in. “Not yet,” she said, “keep your clothes o...
I even hear the mountains the way they laugh up and down their blue sides and down in the water the fish cry
you no faces no faces at all laughing at nothing—
64 days and nights in that place, chemotherapy, antibiotics, blood running into the catheter. leukemia.