#AmericanWriters
My mother went to her low-paying job each morning and my father, who didn’t have a job, left each morning too. Although most of the neighbors were unemployed he didn’t want them to thin...
I don’t beat the walls with my fis… I just sit but it rushes in a tide of it. the woman in the court behind me h…
he used to sell papers in front: Get your winners! Get rich on a d… and about the 3rd or 4th race you’d see him rolling in on his ro… with roller skates underneath.
I was coming off an affair that ha… frankly, I was sliding down into a… really feeling shitty and low when I lucked into this lady with… covered with a jeweled canopy
she wore a platinum blond wig and her face was rouged and powder… and she put the lipstick on making a huge painted mouth and her neck was wrinkled
Back at Chelsey High it was the same. One group of seniors had graduated but they were replaced by another group of seniors with sports cars and expensive clothes. I was never confronte...
I went over the other day to pick up my daughter. her mother came out with workman’s overalls on. I gave her the child support money
at the hospital that I have been going to the nurses seem overweight. they are bulky in their
this kid used to teach at Kansas… then they moved him out he went to a bean factory then he and his wife moved to the… she got a job and worked while
old Butch, they fixed him the girls don’t look like much anymore. when Big Sam moved out of the back
these women are supposed to come and see me but they never do. there’s the one with the long scar…
suppose like others have come through fire and sword, love gone wrong, head-on crashes, drunk at sea, and I have listened to the simple…
I’m soft. I dream too. I let myself dream. I dream of being famous. I dream of walking the streets of London and
Then the supervisor moved us to a new aisle. We had been there ten hours. “Before you begin,” the soup said, "I want to tell you some– thing. Each tray of this type of mail must be stuc...
I cross the room to the last wall the last window the last pink sun with its arms around the world