#AmericanWriters
washed—up, on shore, the old yello… out again I write from the bed as I did last year.
know. I know. they are limited, have different needs and concerns. but I watch and learn from them.
there’s a bluebird in my heart tha… wants to get out but I’m too tough for him, I say, stay in there, I’m not goi… to let anybody see
almost dawn blackbirds on the telephone wire waiting as I eat yesterday’s forgotten sandwich
shot off his left ear then his right, and then tore off his belt buckle with hot lead, and then
Lydia liked parties. And Harry was a party-giver. So we were on our way to Harry Ascot’s. Harry was the editor of Retort, a little magazine. His wife wore long see-through dresses, show...
After English class one day Mrs. Curtis asked me to stay. She had great legs and a lisp and there was something about the legs and the lisp together that heated me up. She was about 32,...
Beowulf may have killed Grendel a… Grendel’s mother but he couldn’t kill this one:
my father always said, “early to b… early to rise makes a man healthy,… and wise.” it was lights out at 8 p.m. in our… and we were up at dawn to the smel…
Lydia had two children; Tonto, a boy of 8, and Lisa, the little girl of 5 who had interrupted our first fuck. We were together at the table one night eating dinner. Things were going we...
we take what we can see— the engines driving us mad, lovers finally hating; this fish in the market staring upward into our minds;
here I am in the ground my mouth open and
Cleo’s going to make it now she’s got her shit together she split with Barney Barney wasn’t good for her she got a bigger apartment
the rooms at the hospital went for 550 a day. that was for the room alone. the amazing thing, though, was tha… in some of the rooms
the wind blows hard to night and it’s a cold wind and I think about the boys on the row. hope some of them have a bottle