#AmericanWriters
the virus holds the concepts give way like rotten shoelaces toothache and bacon dance on the lawn
the lady has me temporarily off th… and now the pecker stands up better. however, things change overnight— instead of listening to Shostakovi…
I’ve come by, she says, to tell yo… that this is it. I’m not kidding,… over. this is it. I sit on the couch watching her ar… her long red hair before my bedroo…
He hinted at times that I was a bastard and I told him to listen to Brahms, and I told him to learn to paint and drink and not be dominated by women and dollars but he screamed at me, F...
I’m soft. I dream too. I let myself dream. I dream of being famous. I dream of walking the streets of London and
Two nights later I went over to Tammie’s place on Rustic Court. I knocked. The lights weren’t on. It seemed empty. I looked in her mailbox. There were letters in there. I wrote a note, ...
we have everything and we have not… and some men do it in churches and some men do it by tearing butt… in half and some men do it in Palm Spring…
The next day in bed I got tired of waiting for the airplanes and I found a large yellow notebook that had been meant for high school work. It was empty. I found a pen. I went to bed wit...
she bent over the side of the bed and opened the portfolio along the side of the wall. we were drinking. she said, “you promised me these
my mother knocked on my rooming-ho… and came in looked in the dresser drawer: Henry you don’t have any clean stockings?
The flies are angry bits of life; why are they so angry? it seems they want more, it seems almost as if they are angry
Vallejo writing about loneliness while starving to death; Van Gogh’s ear rejected by a whore;
Nothing matters but flopping on a mattress with cheap dreams and a beer as the leaves die and the horses d… and the landladies stare in the ha…
stew at noon, my dear; and look: the ants, the sawdust, the mica plants, the shadows of banks like bad jokes; do you think we’ll hear
a woman told a man when he got off a plane that I was dead. a magazine printed the fact that I was dead