#AmericanWriters
and the sun wields mercy but like a jet torch carried to hi… and the jets whip across its sight and rockets leap like toads, and the boys get out the maps
yes, they begin out in a willow, I… the starch mountains begin out in… and keep right on going without re… pumas and nectarines somehow these mountains are like
she sits on the floor going through a cardboard box reading me love letters I have wri… while her 4 year old daughter lies… wrapped in a pink blanket and
Meanwhile, there was still Joyce, and her geraniums, and a couple of million if I could hang on. Joyce and the flies and the geraniums. I worked the night shift, 12 hours, and she pawed...
here I’ll be 55 in a week. what will I write about
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
when Whitman wrote, “I sing the b… I know what he meant I know what he wanted:
which reminds me I shacked with Jane for 7 years she was a drunk I loved her my parents hated her
I have lain in bed all day but I have written one poem and I am up now looking out the window and like a novelist might say
But the next morning it was the sa… “That’s all, Chinaski. Nothing fo… It went on for a week. I sat ther… Then Bobby Hansen, one of the old… “I don’t care. I’m not kissing hi…
the ladies of summer will die like… and the lie the ladies of summer will love so long as the price is not forever
My father had two brothers. The younger was named Ben and the older was named John. Both were alcoholics and ne’er-do-wells. My parents often spoke of them. “Neither of them amount to a...
We were eating meatballs and spaghetti. My problems were always discussed at dinner time. Dinner time was almost always an unhappy time. I didn’t answer my father’s question. “Henry, an...
the wind blows hard to night and it’s a cold wind and I think about the boys on the row. hope some of them have a bottle
she’s not for you, man, she’s not your type, she’s erased she’s been used she’s got all the wrong