#AmericanWriters
At Mt. Justin, biology class was neat. We had Mr. Stanhope for our teacher. He was an old guy about 55 and we pretty much dominated him. Lilly Fischman was in the class and she was real...
like the fox run with the hunted and if I’m not the happiest man on earth
the higher you climb the greater the pressure. those who manage to endure learn
kool enough to die but not kill I take my doctor’s green pill drink tea as the sharks swim through vases o…
I’ve always had trouble with money. this one place I worked everybody ate hot dogs and potato chips
let me speak as a friend although the centuries hang between us and neither you nor I can see the moon. be careful less the onion blind th…
It was noon the next day when the phone rang. It was Lydia again. I heard a long insane wail like a wolverine shot in the arctic snow and left to bleed and die alone. . . . I slept most...
she sits up there drinking wine while her husband is at work. she puts quite
We continued drinking. Cecelia had just one more and stopped. “I want to go out and look at the moon and stars,” she said. “It’s so beautiful out!” She went outside by the swimming pool...
I had agreed to give a reading up north. It was the afternoon before the reading and I was sitting in an apartment at the Holiday Inn drinking beer with Joe Washington, the promoter, an...
used to drive those trucks so hard and for so long that my right foot would go dead from pushing down on the accelerator.
you’re a beast, she said your big white belly and those hairy feet. you never cut your nails and you have fat hands
I’m out of matches. the springs in my couch are broken. they stole my footlocker. they stole my oil painting of
you go for these wenches, she said… you go for these whores, I’ll bore you. I don’t want to be shit on anymore… I said,
as the spirit wanes the form