#AmericanWriters
he carried a piece of carbon, a blade and a whip and at night he feared his head and covered it with blankets
I took the envelope home to my mother and handed it to her and walked into the bedroom. My bedroom. The best thing about the bedroom was the bed. I liked to stay in bed for hours, even ...
first they used to, he told me, gun and bomb the elephants, you could hear their screams over… but you flew high to bomb the peop… you never saw it,
you came out, she said, and then you kicked this guy’s car and then you threw yourself into a… you crushed the whole bush,
I awaken about noon and go out to… in my old torn bathrobe. I’m hung over hair down in my eyes barefoot
I had agreed to give a reading up north. It was the afternoon before the reading and I was sitting in an apartment at the Holiday Inn drinking beer with Joe Washington, the promoter, an...
the schoolyard was a horror show:… freaks the beatings up against the wire f… our schoolmates watching glad that they were not the victim…
We continued drinking. Cecelia had just one more and stopped. “I want to go out and look at the moon and stars,” she said. “It’s so beautiful out!” She went outside by the swimming pool...
the dead dogs of nowhere bark as you approach another traffic accident. cars one standing on its
I hear them outside: “does he always type this late?” “no, it’s very unusual.” “he shouldn’t type this
women don’t know how to love, she told me. you know how to love but women just want to leech.
the pleasures of the damned are limited to brief moments of happiness: like the eyes in the look of a dog… like a square of wax,
I heard it first while screwing a… who had the biggest box in Scranton. I listened to it again as I wrote… to my mother
I had Fridays and Saturdays off, which made Sunday the roughest day. Plus the fact that on Sunday they made me report at 3:30 p.m. instead of my usual 6:18 p.m. This Sunday I went in an...
listening to Wagner as outside in the dark the wind bl… trees wave and shake lights go off and on the walls creak and the… bed...