#AmericanWriters
think of de vils in hell and stare at a beautiful vase of flowers as the woman in my bedroom
I went over the other day to pick up my daughter. her mother came out with workman’s overalls on. I gave her the child support money
I was a bum in San Francisco but… to go to a symphony concert along… and the music was good but somethi… audience was not and something about the orchestra
I can’t have it and you can’t have it and we won’t get it so don’t bet on it
he said, “I was working in Hollyw… working in Hollywood and he was the worst: he was too drunk to sta… end of the afternoon and so I had… into a taxi
liked D . H. Lawrence he could get so indignant he snapped and he ripped with wonderfully energetic sentenc… he could lay the word down
eating cold plums in bed she told me about the German who owned everything on the block except the custom drapery shop and he tried to buy
“what?” they say, “you got a computer?” it’s like I have sold out to the enemy. I had no idea so many
here comes the fishhead singing here comes the baked potato in dra… here comes nothing to do all day l… here comes another night of no sle… here comes the phone wringing the…
The 5th grade was a little better. The other students seemed less hostile and I was growing larger physically. I still wasn’t chosen for the homeroom teams but I was threatened less. Da...
is the slim tall ear-ringed bedroom damsel dressed in a long gown
at North Avenue 21 drunk tank you… there was always some guy who woul… way to the crapper and then you would curse him good,… he would know enough to either be…
Soon after that I made regular and that gave me an 8 hour night, which beat 12, and pay for holidays. Of the 150 or 200 that had come in, there were only two of us left. Then I met Davi...
as the spirit wanes the form
once starving in Philadelphia I had a small room it was evening going into night and I stood at my window on the 3r…