#AmericanWriters
probably from the belly button or… bed, or maybe from the mouth of th… the car crash on the avenue that l… scattered on the grass. she comes from love gone wrong und…
At 3:30 a.m. my twelve hours were… I set the alarm so that I would b… “What happened, Hank? We thought… “I’m quitting.” “Quitting?” “Yes, you can’t blame a man for wa…
she’s young, she said, but look at me, I have pretty ankl… and look at my wrists, I have pret… wrists my god,
if you’re going to try, go all the way. otherwise, don’t even start. if you’re going to try, go all the way.
is a highrise apt. next door and he beats her at night and she… and I see her the next day standing in the driveway with curl… and she has her huge buttocks jamm…
naked in that bright light the four horse falls and throws a 112-pound boy into the hooves
they go on writing pumping out poems— young boys and college professors wives who drink wine all afternoon while their husbands work,
I met a genius on the train today about 6 years old, he sat beside me and as the train
Lydia returned and found a nice apartment in the Burbank area. She seemed to care a lot more for me than before we parted. “My husband had this big cock and that’s all he had. He had no...
After 3 years I made “regular.” That meant holiday pay (subs didn’t get paid for holidays) and a 40 hour week with 2 days off. The Stone was also forced to assign me as relief man to 5 ...
they’re not going to let you sit at a front table at some cafe in Europe in the mid-afternoon sun. you do, somebody’s going to
Hugo Wolf went mad while eating a… and writing his 253rd song; it was… April and the worms came out of th… humming Tannhäuser, and he spilled… with his ink, and his blood fell o…
drinking German beer and trying to come up with the immortal poem at 5 p.m. in the afternoon. but, ah, I’ve told the
at high noon at a small college near the beach sober the sweat running down my arms a spot of sweat on the table
dumb, Jesus Christ, some people are so dumb you can hear them splashing around