#AmericanWriters
we like to shower afterwards (I like the water hotter than she) and her face is always soft and pe… and she’ll wash me first spread the soap over my balls
The Stone’s favorite carrier was Matthew Battles. Battles never came in with a wrinkled shirt on. In fact, everything he wore was new, looked new. The shoes, the shirts, the pants, the ...
I don’t know how many bottles of b… I have consumed while waiting for… to get better. I don’t know how much wine and whi… and beer
Sunday, I am eating a grapefruit, church is over at the… Orthadox to the west. she is dark
sway with me, everything sad— madmen in stone houses without doors, lepers steaming love and song frogs trying to figure
at the window I watch a man with a power mower the sounds of his doing race like flies and bees
if I suffer at this typewriter think how I’d feel among the lettuce-pickers of Salinas?
all I’ve ever known are whores, ex… madwomen. I see men with quiet, gentle women—I see them in the sup… I see them walking down the street… I see them in their apartments: pe…
in the center of the action you have to lay down like an anima… until it charges, you have to lay down
Four or five days passed. The phone rang. It was Tammie. “Listen, Hank. You know that little bridge you cross in your car when you drive to my mother’s place?” “Well, right by there the...
my grandmother had a serious gas problem. we only saw her on Sunday. she’d sit down to dinner and she’d have gas.
they say that nothing is wasted: either that or it all is.
I got his ashes, she said, and I… out to sea and I scattered his ash… they didn’t even look like ashes and the urn was weighted with
I tried it standing up this time. it doesn’t usually work. this time it seemed
this is my piano. the phone rings and people ask, what are you doing? how about getting drunk with us? and I say,