#AmericanWriters
she pulled her dress off over her head and I saw the panties indented somewhat into the crotch.
I reached up into the top of the c… and took out a pair of blue pantie… and showed them to her and asked “are these yours?”
Nothing matters but flopping on a mattress with cheap dreams and a beer as the leaves die and the horses d… and the landladies stare in the ha…
It was noon the next day when the phone rang. It was Lydia again. I heard a long insane wail like a wolverine shot in the arctic snow and left to bleed and die alone. . . . I slept most...
Mindy stayed about a week. I introduced her to my friends. We went places. But nothing was resolved. I couldn’t climax. She didn’t seem to mind. It was strange. Around 10:45 PM one even...
I had begun to dislike my father. He was always angry about something. Wherever we went he got into arguments with people. But he didn’t appear to frighten most people; they often just ...
these things that we support most… have nothing to do with up, and we do with them out of boredom or fear or money or cracked intelligence;
Either peace or happiness, let it enfold you when I was a young man I felt these things were dumb, unsophisticated.
my father was a practical man. he had an idea. you see, my son, he said, I can pay for this house in my lif… then it’s mine.
One day, just like in grammar school, like with David, a boy attached himself to me. He was small and thin and had almost no hair on top of his head. The guys called him Baldy. His real...
It was a Wednesday night, 12:30 am and I was very sick. My stomach was raw, but I managed to hold down a few beers. Tammie was with me and she seemed sympathetic. Dancy was at her grand...
R.O.T.C. kept me away from sports while the other guys practiced every day. They made the school teams, won their letters and got the girls. My days were spent mostly marching around in...
she was a short one getting fat and she had once been beautiful and she drank the wine she drank the wine in bed and
Each night as I got ready to go on in, Joyce had my clothing laid out on the bed. Everything was the most expensive money could buy. I never wore the same pair of pants, the same shirt,...
Van Gogh cut off his ear gave it to a prostitute who flung it away in extreme