#AmericanWriters
We had a 3:30 pm flight out of Los Angeles that Saturday. At 2 pm I went up and knocked on Tammie’s door. She wasn’t there. I want back to my place and sat down. The phone rang. It was ...
red face Texas and age he’s at an L.A. racetrack
the girls are coming home in their… and I sit by the window and watch. there’s a girl in a red dress driving a white car
Vallejo writing about loneliness while starving to death; Van Gogh’s ear rejected by a whore;
you have to have it or the walls w… in. you have to give everything up, th… away, everything away. you have to look at what you look…
I was casing next to G.G. early one morning. That’s what they called him: G.G. His actual name was George Greene. But for years he was simply called G.G. and after a while he looked lik...
the illusion is that you are simpl… reading this poem. the reality is that this is more than a poem.
very tall girl lifts her nose at m… outside a supermarket as if I were a walking garbage can; and I had no desire for her, no more desire
Our 30 minutes was now devoted to scheme training. They gave us each a deck of cards to learn and stick into pur cases. To pass the scheme you had to throw 100 cards in 8 minutes or les...
it is justified all dying is justified all killing all death all passing, nothing is in vain
they’d come around and they’d ask “you finished your 2nd novel yet?” “no.”
first of all, I had a hard time, a… locating the parking lot for the b… wasn’t off the main boulevard wher… the cars all driven by merciless k… were doing 55 mph in a 25 mph zone…
he was 65, his wife was 66, had Alzheimer’s disease. he had cancer of the mouth. there were
in the Valkerie Mountains among the strutting peacocks I found a flower as large as my head
the essence of the belly like a white balloon sacked is disturbing like the running of feet on the stairs