#AmericanWriters
While working Dorsey station I heard some of the old timers needling Big Daddy Greystone about how he’d had to buy a tape recorder in order to learn his schemes. Big Daddy had read the ...
each man must realize that it can all disappear very quickly: the cat, the woman, the job, the front tire,
it is not very good to not get through whether it’s the wall the human mind
the words have come and gone, I sit ill. the phone rings, the cats sleep. Linda vacuums. I am waiting to live,
It was 12 hours a night, plus supervisors, plus clerks, plus the fact that you could hardly breathe in that pack of flesh, plus stale baked food in the “non-profit” cafeteria. Plus the ...
all right, while we are gently cel… and while crazy classical music le… my small radio, I light a fresh ci… and realize that I am still very m… the 21st century is almost upon me…
I always wanted to ball Henry Miller, she said, but by the time I got there it was too late. damn it, I said, you girls
I have been hanging here headless for so long that the body has forgotten
she wore a platinum blond wig and her face was rouged and powder… and she put the lipstick on making a huge painted mouth and her neck was wrinkled
swans die in the Spring too and there it floated dead on a Sunday sideways circling in the current
in the men’s room at the track this boy of about 7 or 8 years old came out of a stall
the phone rang at 1:30 a.m. and it was a man from Denver: “Chinaski, you got a following in Denver...” “yeah?”
absolutely sesamoid said the skeleton shoving his chalky foot upon my desk, and that was it,
Back at Chelsey High it was the same. One group of seniors had graduated but they were replaced by another group of seniors with sports cars and expensive clothes. I was never confronte...
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.