#AmericanWriters
there waas a rock-and-mud slide on the Pacific Coast Highway and… detour and they directed us up int… and traffic was slow and it was ho… we were lost.
he’s a runt he snarls and scratches chases cars groans in his sleep and has a perfect star above each…
then there was the time in New Orleans I was living with a fat woman, Marie, in the French Quarter and I got very sick.
yesterday drunken Alice gave me a jar of fig jam and today she whistles
16 and one-half inch neck 68 years old lifts weights body like a young
almost dawn blackbirds on the telephone wire waiting as I eat yesterday’s forgotten sandwich
The guide took us all over the building. There were so many of us that they had to break us up into groups. We used the elevator in shifts. We were shown the employee’s cafeteria, the b...
had lost the last race big somebody had stolen my coat could feel the flu coming on and my tires were low. I went in to get a
bluebird there’s a bluebird in my heart tha… wants to get out but I’m too tough for him, say, stay in there, I’m not going
We ran up the long ramp. I was ca… At the escalator Tammie saw the f… “Please,” I said, “we only have f… “I want Dancy to have the money.” “All right.”
you just don’t know how to do it, you know that, and you can’t do a lot of other useful things either. it’s the fault of the
here I am in the ground my mouth open and
in the center of the action you have to lay down like an anima… until it charges, you have to lay down
I see you drinking at a fountain w… blue hands, no, your hands are not… they are small, and the fountain i… where you wrote me that last lette… I answered and never heard from yo…
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…