#AmericanWriters
The drilling and squeezing continued for weeks but there was little result. When one boil vanished another would appear. I often stood in front of the mirror alone, wondering how ugly a...
drunk and writing poems at 3 a.m. what counts now is one more tight
At Mt. Justin, biology class was neat. We had Mr. Stanhope for our teacher. He was an old guy about 55 and we pretty much dominated him. Lilly Fischman was in the class and she was real...
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…
old Butch, they fixed him the girls don’t look like much anymore. when Big Sam moved out of the back
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
I awaken about noon and go out to… in my old torn bathrobe. I’m hung over hair down in my eyes barefoot
I’ve come by, she says, to tell yo… that this is it. I’m not kidding,… over. this is it. I sit on the couch watching her ar… her long red hair before my bedroo…
16 years old during the depression I’d come home drunk and all my clothing— shorts, shirts, stockings—
my moustache is pasted-on and my wig and my eyebrows and even my eyes... then something stuns me... the lampshades swing, I hear
Meanwhile, things went on. I had a long run of luck at the racetrack. I began to feel confident out there. You went for a certain profit each day, somewhere between 15 and 40 bucks. You...
I sit here on the 2nd floor hunched over in yellow pajamas still pretending to be a writer.
one of the terrible things is really being in bed night after night with a woman you no longer
there are many single women in the… with one or two or three children and one wonders where the husbands have gone or where the lovers have gone
I went to this place to see a movi… on tv Alexander the Great, and here come the armies ta ta ta