#AmericanWriters
screen like a burglar to take your… the snake had crawled the hole, and she said, tell me about yourself.
yesterday drunken Alice gave me a jar of fig jam and today she whistles
drive to the beach at night in the winter and sit and look at the burned-dow… wonder why they just let it sit th… in the water.
beheaded in the middle of the night scratching my sides I am covered with bites kick my white legs out of the shee…
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
I’m in bed. it’s morning and I hear: where are your socks? please get dressed!
Every night was about the same. I’d drive along the coast looking for a place to have dinner. I wanted an expensive place that wasn’t too crowded. I developed a nose for those places. I...
Jr. high went by quickly enough. About the 8th grade, going into the 9th, I broke out with acne. Many of the guys had it but not like mine. Mine was really terrible. I was the worst cas...
has been going on for some time. there is this young waitress where… at the racetrack. how are you doing today?” she asks… winning pretty good,” I reply.
“I’ve made it,” she said, “I’ve c… through.” she had on new boots, pa… and a white sweater. “I know what… want now.” she was from Chicago an… had settled in L.A.’s Fairfax dis…
I was sitting next to a young girl who didn’t know her scheme very well. “Where does 2900 Roteford go?" she asked me. "Try throwing it to 33," I told her. “You say you’re from Kansas Ci...
the history of melancholia includes all of us. me, I writhe in dirty sheets while staring at blue walls and nothing.
what you see is what you see: madhouses are rarely on display. that we still walk about and scratch ourselves and light
here they come these guys grey truck radio playing they are in a hurry
she came to my place drunk riding a deer up on the front porc… so many women want to save the wor… but can’t keep their own kitchens… but me...