#AmericanWriters
she died of alcoholism wrapped in a blanket on a deck chair on an ocean steamer.
at the track today, Father’s Day, each paid admission was entitled to a wallet and each contained a
here they come these guys grey truck radio playing they are in a hurry
we like to shower afterwards (I like the water hotter than she) and her face is always soft and pe… and she’ll wash me first spread the soap over my balls
225 days under grass and you know more than I. they have long taken your blood, you are a dry stick in a basket. is this how it works?
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…
little dark girl with kind eyes when it comes time to use the knife I won’t flinch and
They are building a house half a block down and I sit up here with the shades down listening to the sounds,
Born like this Into this As the chalk faces smile As Mrs. Death laughs As the elevators break
Long walks at night— that’s what good for the soul: peeking into windows watching tired housewives trying to fight off
often it is the only thing between you and impossibility. no drink,
being the German kid in the 20’s i… was difficult. there was much anti-German feeling… a carry-over from World War 1. gangs of kids chased me through th…
I awakened to dryness and the fern… the potted plants yellow as corn; my woman was gone and the empty bottles like bled co… surrounded me with their uselessne…
you won’t see them often for wherever the crowd is they are not. those odd ones, not
he spoke to mice and sparrows and his hair was white at the age… his father beat him every day and… lit candles in the church. his grandmother came while the boy…
