#AmericanWriters
my grandmother had a serious gas problem. we only saw her on Sunday. she’d sit down to dinner and she’d have gas.
I had to take a shit but instead I went into this shop to have a key made. the woman was dressed
Sam the whorehouse man has squeaky shoes and he walks up and down the court squeaking and talking to
Her father really hated me. He thought I was after his money. I didn’t want his god damned money. And I didn’t even want his god damned precious daughter. The only time I ever saw him w...
long ago he edited a little magazi… was up in San Francisco during the beat era during the reading-poetry-with-jaz… and I remember him because he neve…
the Egyptians loved the cat were often entombed with it instead of with the women and never with the dog but now
I used to know a dutchman in a Ph… he’d take 3 raw eggs in his beer, 71, still working, strong,
naked in that bright light the four horse falls and throws a 112-pound boy into the hooves
I have a saying, “the tough ones a… back.” but Vera was kinder than most, and so I was surprised when she arrived that night
I had been corresponding with a lady in San Francisco for several months. Her name was Liza Weston and she survived by giving dance lessons, including ballet, in her own studio. She was...
this one always arrives at the wrong time a basically good sort I suppose an honest man
to be writing poetry at the age of… like a schoolboy, surely, I must be crazy; racetracks and booze and arguments with the landlord;
you shoulda been at this party, I know you hate parties but you seem to be at most of them… anyhow, I took my girl, you know her—
cimen altinda gecen 225 gunden son… kanini emip bitireli epey oldu, ar… bu isler boyle mi oluyor? bu odada hala ask saatlerinin golg… birakip gittiginde asagi yukari he…
they get up on their garage roof both of them 80 or 90 years old standing on the slant she wanting to fall really all the way