#AmericanWriters
oh, how worried they are about my soul! I get letters the phone rings... “are you going to be all right?”
another bed another woman more curtains another bathroom another kitchen
I sat in the airport and waited. You never knew about photos. You could never tell. I was nervous. I felt like vomiting. I lit a cigarette and gagged. Why did I do these things? I didn’...
if I suffer at this typewriter think how I’d feel among the lettuce— pickers of Salinas?
she bent over the side of the bed and opened the portfolio along the side of the wall. we were drinking. she said, “you promised me these
I go to pick her up. she’s on some errand. she always has errands many things to do. I have nothing to do.
Wagner wasn’t done with us. I was standing in the yard during gym class when he walked up to me. “I’m putting you on garbage detail until further notice.” The kids had to work off their...
the telephone has not been kind of… of late there have been more and m… from people who want to come over… from people who are depressed from people who are lonely
It was 3 or 4 days before I had to fly to Houston to give a reading. I went to the track, drank at the track, and afterwards I went to a bar on Hollywood Boulevard. I went home at 9 or ...
the best often die by their own ha… just to get away, and those left behind can never quite understand why anybody
I met her somehow through correspo… and she began sending me very sexy… and this being mixed in with a min… confused me somewhat and I got in… through the mountains and valleys…
they’d come around and they’d ask “you finished your 2nd novel yet?” “no.”
he lives in a house with a swimmin… and says the job is killing him. he is 27. I am 44. I can’t seem t… get rid of
had it for a year, really put in lot of bedroom time, slept upright on two pillows to keep from coughing, all the blood drained from my head
you sit on the couch with me tonight new woman. have you seen the