#AmericanWriters
the waste of words continues with a stunning persistence as the waiter runs by carrying the… tray
man, he said, sitting on the steps your car sure needs a wash and wax… I can do it for you for 5 bucks, I got the wax, I got the rags, I… I need.
it is justified all dying is justified all killing all death all passing, nothing is in vain
One day I was at the bar between races and I saw this woman. God or somebody keeps creating women and tossing them out on the streets, and this one’s ass is too big and that one’s tits ...
you no faces no faces at all laughing at nothing—
Beowulf may have killed Grendel a… Grendel’s mother but he couldn’t kill this one:
up in northern California he stood in the pulpit and had been reading for some time he had been reading poems about nature and the goodness
neither does this mean the dead are at the door begging bread before
drunk again at 3 a.m. at the end o… of wine, I have typed from a dozen… poesy an old man maddened for the flesh of young gi…
I saw Sara every three or four days, at her place or at mine. We slept together but there was no sex. We came close but we never quite got to it. Drayer Baba’s precepts held strong. We ...
225 days under grass and you know more than I. they have long taken your blood, you are a dry stick in a basket. is this how it works?
drunk and writing poems at 3 a.m. what counts now is one more tight
Jane, who has been dead for 31 yea… never could have imagined that I would write a scre… days together and
my goldfish stares with watery eye… into the hemisphere of my sorrow; upon the thinnest of threads we hang together, hang hang hang
My father had two brothers. The younger was named Ben and the older was named John. Both were alcoholics and ne’er-do-wells. My parents often spoke of them. “Neither of them amount to a...