#AmericanWriters
On Thanksgiving Iris prepared the turkey and put it in the oven. Bobby and Valerie came over for a few drinks but they didn’t stay. It was refreshing. Iris had on another dress, just as...
old grey-haired waitresses in cafes at night have given it up, and as I walk down sidewalks of light and look into windows
smoking a cigarette and noting a m… flattened out against the wall and died as organ music from centuries back… my black radio
The jew bent over and died. 99 machine guns were shipped to France. somebody w… while I inspected the propeller of an old monoplane
is the slim tall ear-ringed bedroom damsel dressed in a long gown
the acute and terrible air hangs w… as summer birds mingle in the bran… and warble and mystify the clamor of the mind… an old parrot
I was coming home from classes down Westview hill. I never had any books to carry. I passed my exams by listening to the class lectures and by guessing at the answers. I never had to cr...
you may not believe it but there are people who go through life with very little friction or
swans die in the Spring too and there it floated dead on a Sunday sideways circling in the current
We were in the air twenty minutes when she took a mirror out of her purse and began to make up her face, mostly the eyes. She worked at her eyes with a small brush, concentrating on the...
He hinted at times that I was a bastard and I told him to listen to Brahms, and I told him to learn to paint and drink and not be dominated by women and dollars but he screamed at me, F...
the rooms at the hospital went for 550 a day. that was for the room alone. the amazing thing, though, was tha… in some of the rooms
almost dawn blackbirds on the telephone wire waiting as I eat yesterday’s forgotten sandwich
A sound awakened me. It was not quite daylight. Cecelia was moving around getting dressed. I looked at my watch. “I want to watch the sun come up. I love sunrises!” “I haven’t been able...
it is justified all dying is justified all killing all death all passing, nothing is in vain