#AmericanWriters
“what?” they say, “you got a computer?” it’s like I have sold out to the enemy. I had no idea so many
By the time they called me to dinner I was able to pull up my clothing and walk to the breakfast nook where we ate all our meals except on Sunday. There were two pillows on my chair. I ...
at high noon at a small college near the beach sober the sweat running down my arms a spot of sweat on the table
Either peace or happiness, let it enfold you when I was a young man I felt these things were dumb, unsophisticated.
I hear them outside: “does he always type this late?” “no, it’s very unusual.” “he shouldn’t type this
it’s unfortunate, and simply not the style, but I don’t care: girls remind me of hair in the sink, girls remind me of intestines and bladders and excretory movements; it’s unfortunate a...
the other day I’m out at the track betting Early Bird that’s when you bet at the track before it opens)
I’ll settle for the 6 horse on a rainy afternoon a paper cup of coffee in my hand a little way to go,
I kept the date in mind. It was never any problem creating a split with Lydia. I was naturally a loner, content just to live with a woman, eat with her, sleep with her, walk down the st...
That Tuesday night we were sitting at my place drinking; Tammie, me and her brother, Jay. The phone rang. It was Bobby. “Louie and his wife are down here and she’d like to meet you.” Lo...
if you can’t stand the heat, he sa… kitchen. you know who said that? Harry Truman. I’m not in the kitchen, I say, I’… oven.
now more and more all these people running around wearing the American Flag Shirt and it was more or less once assum… think but I’m not sure)
Graduation Day. We filed in with our caps and gowns to “Pomp and Circumstance.” I suppose that in our three years we must have learned something. Our ability to spell had probably impro...
there are beasts in the salt shake… and airdromes in the coffeepot. my mother’s hand is in the bag dra… and from the backs of spoons come the cries of tiny tortured animals…
I was sitting in my shorts one afternoon a week later. There was a tender little knock on the door. “Just a moment,” I said. I put on a robe and opened the door. “We’re two girls from G...