#AmericanWriters
I paid this one’s fare all the way… to San Francisco then flew up to meet her at her br… and I got drunk and talked all night about a redhe…
in the slow Mexican air I watched… and they cut off his ear, and his… no more terror than a rock. driving back the next day we stopp… and watched the golden red and blu…
feet of cheese coffeepot soul hands that hate poolsticks eyes like paperclips I prefer red wine
what you see is what you see: madhouses are rarely on display. that we still walk about and scratch ourselves and light
the schoolyard was a horror show:… freaks the beatings up against the wire f… our schoolmates watching glad that they were not the victim…
he drank wine all night of the 28th, and he kept thinking of her: the way she walked and talked and… the way she told him things that s… but were not, and he knew the colo…
64 days and nights in that place, chemotherapy, antibiotics, blood running into the catheter. leukemia.
I had been corresponding with a lady in San Francisco for several months. Her name was Liza Weston and she survived by giving dance lessons, including ballet, in her own studio. She was...
I keep thinking it will be outside now waiting for me blue front bumper twisted
I don’t beat the walls with my fis… I just sit but it rushes in a tide of it. the woman in the court behind me h…
in the winter walking on my ceiling my eyes the size of street… I have 4 feet like a mouse but wash my own underwear—bearded and hungover and a hard-on and no lawy…
I hear them outside: “does he always type this late?” “no, it’s very unusual.” “he shouldn’t type this
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...
when Whitman wrote, “I sing the b… I know what he meant I know what he wanted:
I am watching a girl dressed in a light green sweater, blue shorts,… there is a necklace of some sort but her breasts are small, poor th… and she watches her nails