#AmericanWriters
I had been corresponding with a lady in San Francisco for several months. Her name was Liza Weston and she survived by giving dance lessons, including ballet, in her own studio. She was...
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 have been painting these last tw… it’s not much, you’re correct, but in this tournament great dream… history removes her dress and beco… and I have awakened in the morning
awaken at 11:30 a.m. get into my chinos and a clean gre… open a Miller’s, and nothing in the mailbox but the Berkeley Tribe
when I look back now at the abuse I took from her I feel shame that I was so innocent,
I awaken about noon and go out to… in my old torn bathrobe. I’m hung over hair down in my eyes barefoot
Vallejo writing about loneliness while starving to death; Van Gogh’s ear rejected by a whore;
The guide took us all over the building. There were so many of us that they had to break us up into groups. We used the elevator in shifts. We were shown the employee’s cafeteria, the b...
3 small boys run toward me blowing whistles and they scream you’re under arrest! you’re drunk!
a woman, a tire that’s flat, a disease, a desire: fears in front of you, fears that hold so still
he talks like he writes and he has a face like a dove, unt… externals. little shiver of horror runs throu… about
don’t worry about rejections, pard… I’ve been rejected before. sometimes you make a mistake, taki… the wrong poem
That evening the phone rang. It was Mercedes. I had met her after giving a poetry reading at Venice Beach. She was about 28, fair body, pretty good legs, a blonde about 5~feet-5, a blue...
I go to pick her up. she’s on some errand. she always has errands many things to do. I have nothing to do.
boy, don’t come around here tellin… can’t cut it, that they’re pitching you low and insid… they are conspiring against you, that all you want is a chance but…