#AmericanWriters
there’s a bluebird in my heart tha… wants to get out but I’m too tough for him, I say, stay in there, I’m not goi… to let anybody see
she writes continually like a long nozzle spraying the air,
Phillipe ’s is an old time cafe off Alameda street just a little north and east of the main post office. Phillipe’s opens at 5 a.m.
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
shot off his left ear then his right, and then tore off his belt buckle with hot lead, and then
the virus holds the concepts give way like rotten shoelaces toothache and bacon dance on the lawn
Her father really hated me. He thought I was after his money. I didn’t want his god damned money. And I didn’t even want his god damned precious daughter. The only time I ever saw him w...
waiting for death like a cat that will jump on the bed I am so very sorry for
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
the final curtain on one of the lo… musicals ever, some people claim t… seen it over one hundred times. I saw it on the tv news, that fina… flowers, cheers, tears, a thundero…
outside my window Sunday. I am eating a grapefruit. church is over at the… Orthodox to the west.
like in a chair the color of the s… as you listen to lazy piano music and the aircraft overhead are not at war. where the last drink is as good as
listen, man, don’t tell me about t… sent, we didn’t receive them, we are very careful with manuscrip… we bake them burn them
the history of melancholia includes all of us. me, I writhe in dirty sheets while staring at blue walls and nothing.
dame some dogs who sleep at night must dream of bones and I remember your bones in flesh