#AmericanWriters
dying has its rough edge. no escaping now. the warden has his eye on me. his bad eye. I’m doing hard time now.
all of a sudden I’m a painter. a girl from Galveston gives me $50 for a painting of a man holding a candycane while floating in a darkened sky.
I went over the other day to pick up my daughter. her mother came out with workman’s overalls on. I gave her the child support money
they found him walking along the f… all red in front he had taken a rusty tin can and cut off his sexual
when I was in grammar school my parents were poor and in my lunch bag there was only a peanut butter sandwich.
the girls were young and worked the streets but often couldn’t score, they
I awaken about noon and go out to… in my old torn bathrobe. I’m hung over hair down in my eyes barefoot
we fought for 17 days inside that… thrusting and counter-thrusting but finally she got away and I walked outside and spit
That night I took Tammie to the harness races. We went upstairs to the second deck and sat down. I brought her a program and she stared at it a while. (At the harness races, past perfor...
Just give me a little atomic bomb Not too mutch just a little Enough to kill a horse in the stre… But there aren’t any horses in the… Enough to knock the flowers from a…
the waste of words continues with a stunning persistence as the waiter runs by carrying the… tray
Upon awakening I got up and used Joanna’s toothbrush, drank a couple of glasses of water, washed my hands and face and got back into bed. Joanna turned around and my mouth found hers. M...
schoolgirls in pantyhose sitting on bus stop benches looking tired at 13 with their raspberry lipstick. it’s hot in the sun
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
one of the first actors to play Ta… Motion Picture Home. he’d been there for years waiting… he spent much of his time running in and out of the wards