#AmericanWriters
she was a short one getting fat and she had once been beautiful and she drank the wine she drank the wine in bed and
she’s young, she said, but look at me, I have pretty ankl… and look at my wrists, I have pret… wrists my god,
a single dog walking alone on a hot sidewalk of summer appears to have the power of ten thousand gods.
The next morning Tammie found a prescription in her purse. “I’ve got to get this filled,” she said. “Look at it.” It was wrinkled and the ink had run. “Well, he tried to get this prescr...
this is my piano. the phone rings and people ask, what are you doing? how about getting drunk with us? and I say,
he buys 5 cars a month, details th… them out, then resells them at a profit of one or… he has a nice Jewish wife and he t… bangs her until the walls shake.
near the corner table in the cafe middle-aged couple sit. they have finished their
went for a walk on Hollywood Boul… looked down and there was a large… walking beside me. his pace was exactly the same as m… we stopped at traffic signals toge…
in the hospitals and jails it’s the worst in madhouses it’s the worst in penthouses
and the subnormal. all through grammar school junior high high school junior college
sway with me, everything sad— madmen in stone houses without doors, lepers steaming love and song frogs trying to figure
this kid used to teach at Kansas… then they moved him out he went to a bean factory then he and his wife moved to the… she got a job and worked while
the house next door makes me sad. both man and wife rise early and go to work. they arrive home in early evening.
One night I was coming around the corner after sneaking down to the cafeteria for a pack of smokes. And there was a face I knew. It was Tom Moto! The guy I had subbed with under The Sto...
look there. the one you considered killing you… for. you saw her the other day getting out of her car