#AmericanWriters
they go on writing pumping out poems— young boys and college professors wives who drink wine all afternoon while their husbands work,
he’s a runt he snarls and scratches chases cars groans in his sleep and has a perfect star above each…
it beats love because there aren’t… wounds: in the morning she turns on the radio, Brahms or… or Stravinsky or Mozart. she boil… eggs counting the seconds out loud…
A month went by. R.A. Dwight, the editor of Dogbite Press wrote and asked me to do a foreword to Keesing’s Selected Poems. Keesing, with the help of his death, was at last going to get ...
she bent over the side of the bed and opened the portfolio along the side of the wall. we were drinking. she said, “you promised me these
Back in L.A., there was almost a week of peace. Then the phone rang. It was the owner of a Manhattan Beach nightclub, Marty Seavers. I had read there a couple of times before. The club ...
the branches break, the birds fall… the whores stand straight, the bombs stack, evening, morning, night, peanutbutter,
this is my piano. the phone rings and people ask, what are you doing? how about getting drunk with us? and I say,
each man must realize that it can all disappear very quickly: the cat, the woman, the job, the front tire,
had her for 3 units and at mid-term she’d read off how many assignment… stories had been turned in:
first they used to, he told me, gun and bomb the elephants, you could hear their screams over… but you flew high to bomb the peop… you never saw it,
she undressed in front of me keeping her pussy to the front while I lay in bed with a bottle o… beer. where’d you get that wart on
I tried it standing up this time. it doesn’t usually work. this time it seemed
Tony phoned and told me that Jan had left him but that he was a… helped him he said to think about… like D. H. Lawrence pissed off with life in general bu…
listen, man, don’t tell me about t… sent, we didn’t receive them, we are very careful with manuscrip… we bake them burn them