#AmericanWriters
Not much happened during the rest of her stay. We drank, we ate, we fucked. There were no arguments. We took long drives down along the shore, ate at seafood cafes. I didn’t bother with...
he was 65, his wife was 66, had Alzheimer’s disease. he had cancer of the mouth. there were
I cut the middle fingernail of the… finger right hand real short and I began rubbing along her cunt
then there was the time in New Orleans I was living with a fat woman, Marie, in the French Quarter and I got very sick.
“It’s the manager, Freddy. He has started whistling this song. He’s whistling it when I come in in the morning and he never stops, and he’s whistling it when I go home at night. It’s be...
I saw Bobby out front the next day when I went to buy a newspaper. “Louie phoned,” he said, “he told me what happened to him.” “He ran outside to vomit and Tammie grabbed his cock while...
the centerfielder turns rushes back reaches up his glove and
half drunk I left her place her warm blankets and I was hungover didn’t even know what town
red hair real she whirled it and she asked “is my ass still on?”
during my worst times on the park benches in the jails or living with whores
my mother, father and I walked to the market once a week for our government relief food: cans of beans, cans of
awaken at 11:30 a.m. get into my chinos and a clean gre… open a Miller’s, and nothing in the mailbox but the Berkeley Tribe
I took my girlfriend to your last poetry reading, she said “yes”, “yes?” I asked. "she`s young and pretty",
“What’s a guy like you doing in a place like this?” We got into my car and she told me where she lived. We stopped for a couple of big steaks, vegetables, stuff for a salad, potatoes, b...
I used to hold my social security… up in the air, he told me, but I was so small they couldn’t see it,