#AmericanWriters
That evening after dinner Joanna produced some mescaline. “You ever tried this stuff?” Joanna had some paints and brushes and paper spread on the table. Then I remembered she was an art...
rose red sunlight; take it apart in the garage like a puzzle:
I went up to Tammie’s place with my cardboard cartons. First I got the items she mentioned. Then I found other things—other dresses and blouses, shoes, an iron, a hair dryer, Dancy’s cl...
she cut my toenails the night befo… and in the morning she said, “I th… just lay here all day.” which meant she wasn’t going to wo… she was at my apartment—which mean…
Sam the whorehouse man has squeaky shoes and he walks up and down the court squeaking and talking to
in the earliest possible day in the blue-headed noon I will telegraph you a boney hand decorated with
she only fucks the ones she doesn’… to marry. to the others she says you’ve got to marry me. or maybe she just fucks the ones s…
she’s young, she said, but look at me, I have pretty ankl… and look at my wrists, I have pret… wrists my god,
oh, how worried they are about my soul! I get letters the phone rings... “are you going to be all right?”
stuck in the rain on the freeway,… these are the lucky ones, these ar… dutifully employed, most with thei… as possible as they try not to thi… this is our new civilization: as m…
I laugh sometimes when I think ab… say Céline at a typewriter or Dostoevsky... or Hamsun...
a symphony orchestra. there is a thunderstorm, they are playing a Wagner overture and the people leave their seats u… and run inside to the pavilion
We ran up the long ramp. I was ca… At the escalator Tammie saw the f… “Please,” I said, “we only have f… “I want Dancy to have the money.” “All right.”
the final curtain on one of the lo… musicals ever, some people claim t… seen it over one hundred times. I saw it on the tv news, that fina… flowers, cheers, tears, a thundero…
and so we suck on a cigar and a beer attempting to mend the love