#AmericanWriters
Some fish for words from shore while others, lacking in such contemplative tact, like to go wading in up to their chins through a torrent of bone-freezing diamond, knife raised, to free...
Say I had no choice, this weightless finger touched my tongue and told me to, it taught me; when kinder and more subtle methods failed, it put a gun to my head, a zero seared coldly in ...
If I stare into it long enough, the point comes when I don’t know what it’s called, a condition in which lacerations are liable to occur, like a slip of the tongue; when a dropp of ...
This was the first time I knelt and with my lips, frightened, kiss… the lit inwardly pink petaled lips… It was like touching a bird’s expo… with your tongue.
And still nothing happens. I am n… By sonic inexplicable oversight nobody jeers when I walk down the… I have been allowed to go on livin… room. I am not asked to explain my…
Is there a single thing in nature that can approach in mystery the absolute uniqueness of any hum… its transformation from childhood… We are surrounded at every instant
Before you were I loved you and when you were born and when you took your first step Although I did not know good luck I want to say
Fifteen years later the old tollbooth keeper is still at his post but cannot break a twenty, regrettably, his brains blown out, or provide the forgotten directions. I did phone, what do...
Incomprehensible fate that sentenced my father to my mother. I can’t blame him, I would have left the raving bitch myself, and would do so many many times in years to come. Then, of c...
Morning arrives unannounced by limousine: the tall emaciated chairman of sleeplessness in person
You do look a little ill. But we can do something about that… Can’t we. The fact is you’re a shocking wrec… Do you hear me.
And not to feel bad about dying. Not to take it so personally’ it is only the force we exert all our lives to exclude death from our thoughts
From my cell I was staring at a cloud, a dog decaying in the woods, etc., as I took up the long-awaited sequel to my Confessions. By this time my hand was so far away that it looked lik...
The vast waters flow past its back… You can purchase a six-pack in bar… Tammy Wynette’s on the marquee a block down. It’s twenty-five yea… you went to death, I to life, and
Pure gaze, you are lightning beyon… and you are the last trees’ past, branching green lightning of terminal brain branches