#AmericanWriters
Thanks for the good letter. I don’t think it hurts, sometimes, to remember where you came from. You know the places where I came from. Even the people who try to write about that or mak...
love, he said, gas kiss me off kiss my lips kiss my hair my fingers
more wasted days, gored days, evaporated days. more squandered days, days pissed away,
During the second and third grades I still didn’t get a chance to play baseball but I knew that somehow I was developing into a player. If I ever got a bat in my hands again I knew I wo...
there are these small cliffs above the sea and it is night, late night; I have been unable to sleep, and with my car above me
don’t undress my love you might find a mannequin: don’t undress the mannequin you might find my love.
in junior high school Big Max was a problem. we’d be sitting during lunch hour eating our peanut butter sandwiche… and potato chips.
live alone in a small room and read the newspapers and sleep alone in the dark dreaming of crowds.
Bobby and Valerie came by and I introduced everybody around. “Valerie and I are going to take a vacation and rent rooms by the seashore in Manhattan Beach,” said Bobby. “Why don’t you g...
at the hospital that I have been going to the nurses seem overweight. they are bulky in their
I went upstairs to 409, had a stiff scotch and water, took some money out of the top drawer, went down the steps, got in my car and drove to the racetrack. I got there in time for the f...
Mindy stayed about a week. I introduced her to my friends. We went places. But nothing was resolved. I couldn’t climax. She didn’t seem to mind. It was strange. Around 10:45 PM one even...
a great white light dawns across t… continent as we fawn over our failed traditi… often kill to preserve them or sometimes kill just to kill.
is the slim tall ear-ringed bedroom damsel dressed in a long gown
this head like a saucer decorated with everything as lip to lip we hang in mechanical joy; my hands blaze with arias