#AmericanWriters
we take what we can see— the engines driving us mad, lovers finally hating; this fish in the market staring upward into our minds;
red face Texas and age he’s at an L.A. racetrack
the waste of words continues with a stunning persistence as the waiter runs by carrying the… tray
the dead can sleep they don’t get up and rage they don’t have a wife. her white face like a flower in a closed
I got his ashes, she said, and I… out to sea and I scattered his ash… they didn’t even look like ashes and the urn was weighted with
At Mt. Justin, biology class was neat. We had Mr. Stanhope for our teacher. He was an old guy about 55 and we pretty much dominated him. Lilly Fischman was in the class and she was real...
I went with two ladies down to Venice to look for antique furniture. I parked in back of the store and went in with them.
she left me 5 weeks ago and went t… that is, I think she left. the other day I went out to mail h… and I saw her sitting on the bus s… it was her hair there
Wagner wasn’t done with us. I was standing in the yard during gym class when he walked up to me. “I’m putting you on garbage detail until further notice.” The kids had to work off their...
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
dame some dogs who sleep at night must dream of bones and I remember your bones in flesh
But then it began raining again. The Stone had me out on a thing called Sunday Collection, and if you’re thinking of church, forget it. You picked up a truck at West Garage and a clipbo...
there’s Barry in his ripped walkin… he’s on Thorazine is 24 looks 38 lives with his mother in the same
luxury ocean liners crossing the water full of the indolent and rich passing from this place to that
I awakened to dryness and the fern… the potted plants yellow as corn; my woman was gone and the empty bottles like bled co… surrounded me with their uselessne…