#AmericanWriters
think of the beds used again and again to fuck in to die in. in this land
I walked into the counselor’s office. It was Eddie Beaver sitting behind the desk. The clerks called him “Skinny Beaver.” He had a pointed head, pointed nose, pointed chin. He was all p...
Frank liked airplanes. He lent me all his pulp magazines about World War 1. The best was Flying Aces. The dog-fights were great, the Spads and the Fokkers mixing it. I read all the stor...
self-congratulatory nonsense as th… famous gather to applaud their see… greatness you wonder where
see this final storm as nothing ve… the world; there are so many more important t… consider. see this final storm as nothing ve…
we tried to hide it in the house s… neighbors wouldn’t see. was difficult, sometimes we both h… be gone at once and when we return… there would be excreta and urine a…
he came to the door one night wet… terrorized white cross-eyed tailless cat took him in and fed him and he sta… grew to trust me until a friend dr…
they found him walking along the f… all red in front he had taken a rusty tin can and cut off his sexual
death wants more death, and its we… I remember my father’s garage, how… I would brush the corpses of flies from the windows they thought were… their sticky, ugly, vibrant bodies
near the corner table in the cafe middle-aged couple sit. they have finished their
at high noon at a small college near the beach sober the sweat running down my arms a spot of sweat on the table
here comes the fishhead singing here comes the baked potato in dra… here comes nothing to do all day l… here comes another night of no sle… here comes the phone wringing the…
stuck in the rain on the freeway,… these are the lucky ones, these ar… dutifully employed, most with thei… as possible as they try not to thi… this is our new civilization: as m…
64 days and nights in that place, chemotherapy, antibiotics, blood running into the catheter. leukemia.
Abe Mortenson was had enough to be around but he was just a fool. You can forgive a fool because he only runs in one direction and doesn’t deceive anybody. It’s the deceivers who make y...