#AmericanWriters
she pulled her dress off over her head and I saw the panties indented somewhat into the crotch.
there he is: not too many hangovers not too many fights with women not too many flat tires never a thought of suicide
she wrote me for years. “I’m drinking wine in the kitchen. it’s raining outside. the children are in school.” she was an average citizen
I was 50 years old and hadn’t been to bed with a woman for four years. I had no women friends. I looked at them as I passed them on the streets or wherever I saw them, but I looked at t...
if I suffer at this typewriter think how I’d feel among the lettuce— pickers of Salinas?
look there. the one you considered killing you… for. you saw her the other day getting out of her car
majestic, magic infinite my little girl is sun on the carpet—
they stop out front here looks as if the car is on fire the smoke blazes blue from the hoo… the motor sounds like cannon shots the car humps wildly
There was a gang of us down there. 150 or 200. There were tedious papers to fill out. Then we all stood up and faced the flag. The guy who swore us in was the same guy who had sworn me ...
Our English teacher, Miss Gredis, was the absolute best. She was a blonde with a long sharp nose. Her nose wasn’t much good but you didn’t notice it when you looked at the rest of her. ...
the essence of the belly like a white balloon sacked is disturbing like the running of feet on the stairs
Thanks for the good letter. I don’t think it hurts, sometimes, to remember where you came from. You know the places where I came from. Even the people who try to write about that or mak...
in the center of the action you have to lay down like an anima… until it charges, you have to lay down
call it th e green house effect or… but it just doesn’t rain like it used to. particularly remember the rains of… depression era.
I met a genius on the train today about 6 years old, he sat beside me and as the train