#AmericanWriters
A sound awakened me. It was not quite daylight. Cecelia was moving around getting dressed. I looked at my watch. “I want to watch the sun come up. I love sunrises!” “I haven’t been able...
the lady has me temporarily off th… and now the pecker stands up better. however, things change overnight— instead of listening to Shostakovi…
this one always arrives at the wrong time a basically good sort I suppose an honest man
drinking 15 dollar champagne— Cordon Rouge—with the hookers. one is named Georgia and she doesn’t like pantyhose: I keep helping her pull up
I went to this place to see a movi… on tv Alexander the Great, and here come the armies ta ta ta
at the window I watch a man with a power mower the sounds of his doing race like flies and bees
Tammie came by that night. She appeared to be high on uppers. “I want some champagne,” she said. Then the phone rang. It was Lydia. “I just wondered how you were doing. ...” “You know D...
he sits all day at the bus stop at Sunset and Western his sleeping bag beside him. he’s dirty. nobody bothers him.
the vultures at the zoo (all three of them) sit very quietly in their caged tree and below
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
I was sitting in my shorts one afternoon a week later. There was a tender little knock on the door. “Just a moment,” I said. I put on a robe and opened the door. “We’re two girls from G...
another bed another woman more curtains another bathroom another kitchen
they go on writing pumping out poems— young boys and college professors wives who drink wine all afternoon while their husbands work,
my friend William is a fortunate m… he lacks the imagination to suffer he kept his first job his first wife can drive a car 50,000 miles
I have been hanging here headless for so long that the body has forgotten