#AmericanWriters
“It’s the manager, Freddy. He has started whistling this song. He’s whistling it when I come in in the morning and he never stops, and he’s whistling it when I go home at night. It’s be...
the bulls are grand as the side of… and although they kill them for th… it is the bull that burns the fire… and although there are cowardly bu… there are cowardly matadors and co…
I am hung by a nail the sun melts my heart I am cousin to the snake
sitting on a 2nd-floor porch at 1:… while looking out over the city. could be worse. we needn’t accomplish great things…
big sloppy wounded dog hit by a car and walking toward the curbing making enormous sounds
monkey feet small and blue walking toward you as the back of a building falls of… and an airplane chews the white sk…
I would, of course, prefer to be w… instead of with a photograph of an… to the sound of the anvil chorus a… girls kicking high, showing everyt… but I might as well be dead right…
I was 50 years old and hadn’t been to bed with a woman for four years. I had no women friends. I looked at them as I passed them on the streets or wherever I saw them, but I looked at t...
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...
she’s up seeing my doctor trying to get some diet pills; she’s not fat, she needs the speed… I go down to the nearest bar and w… at 3:30 in the afternoon of a tues…
I hear them outside: “does he always type this late?” “no, it’s very unusual.” “he shouldn’t type this
One morning about 10 a.m. the phon… I recognized the voice and began t… “Yes, yes, Miss Graves, but go on… “So therefore we have notified the… “And you are scheduled to throw yo…
the higher you climb the greater the pressure. those who manage to endure learn
Christmas eve, alone, in a motel room down the coast near the Pacific— hear it?
dame some dogs who sleep at night must dream of bones and I remember your bones in flesh