#AmericanWriters
This babe in the grandstand with dyed red hair kept leaning her breasts against me and talking about Gardena poker parlors
I see you drinking at a fountain w… blue hands, no, your hands are not… they are small, and the fountain i… where you wrote me that last lette… I answered and never heard from yo…
Tammie came by that night. She appeared to be high on uppers. “I want some champagne,” she said. Then the phone rang. It was Lydia. “I just wondered how you were doing. ...” “You know D...
The next night Bobby and Valerie came over. They had recently moved into my apartment building and now lived across the court. Bobby had on his tight knit shirt. Everything always fitte...
there are worse things than being alone but it often takes decades to realize this and most often
in the earliest possible day in the blue-headed noon I will telegraph you a boney hand decorated with
I used to take the back off the telephone and stuff it with ra… and when somebody knocked I wouldn’t answer and if they pers… I’d tell them in terms vulgar
when God created love he didn’t he… when God created dogs He didn’t h… when God created plants that was a… when God created hate we had a sta… when God created me He created me
Christmas eve, alone, in a motel room down the coast near the Pacific— hear it?
“what?” they say, “you got a computer?” it’s like I have sold out to the enemy. I had no idea so many
and the subnormal. all through grammar school junior high high school junior college
So gramps wrote Joyce a big check and there we were. We rented a little house up on a hill, and then Joyce got this stupid moralistic thing. “We both ought to get jobs,” Joyce said, “to...
Just give me a little atomic bomb Not too mutch just a little Enough to kill a horse in the stre… But there aren’t any horses in the… Enough to knock the flowers from a…
Lila Jane was a girl my age who lived next door. I still wasn’t allowed to play with the children in the neighborhood, but sitting in the bedroom often got dull. I would go out and walk...
there are many single women in the… with one or two or three children and one wonders where the husbands have gone or where the lovers have gone