#AmericanWriters
we fought for 17 days inside that… thrusting and counter-thrusting but finally she got away and I walked outside and spit
she only fucks the ones she doesn’… to marry. to the others she says you’ve got to marry me. or maybe she just fucks the ones s…
We ran up the long ramp. I was ca… At the escalator Tammie saw the f… “Please,” I said, “we only have f… “I want Dancy to have the money.” “All right.”
rose red sunlight; take it apart in the garage like a puzzle:
know. I know. they are limited, have different needs and concerns. but I watch and learn from them.
call it love stand it up in the failing light put it in a dress pray sing beg cry laugh
Two mornings later, at 4 am, somebody beat on the door. I let Tammie in. She sat down and I opened a couple of beers. “I’ve got bad breath, I have these two bad teeth. You can’t kiss me...
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
big sloppy wounded dog hit by a car and walking toward the curbing making enormous sounds
you may not believe it but there are people who go through life with very little friction or
the hearse comes through the room… the beheaded, the disappeared, the… mad. the flies are a glue of sticky pas… their wings will not
Hugo Wolf went mad while eating a… and writing his 253rd song; it was… April and the worms came out of th… humming Tannhäuser, and he spilled… with his ink, and his blood fell o…
you with long hair, legs crossed h… the bar, you like a butcher knife… as the nightingale sings elsewhere… mingles with the roach’s hiss. know you as
in the winter walking on my ceiling my eyes the size of street… I have 4 feet like a mouse but wash my own underwear—bearded and hungover and a hard-on and no lawy…
One Sunday Jimmy talked me into going to the beach with him. He wanted to go swimming. I didn’t want to he seen wearing swimming trunks because my hack was covered with boils and scars....