#AmericanWriters
in the earliest possible day in the blue-headed noon I will telegraph you a boney hand decorated with
live alone in a small room and read the newspapers and sleep alone in the dark dreaming of crowds.
my friend William is a fortunate m… he lacks the imagination to suffer he kept his first job his first wife can drive a car 50,000 miles
the blazing shark wants my balls as I walk through the meat section looking for salami and cheese purple housewives
yesterday drunken Alice gave me a jar of fig jam and today she whistles
murder the roaches spit out paper clips and the helicopter circles and cir… smelling for blood
I read last Saturday in the redwoods outside of Santa Cruz and I was about 3/4's finished when I heard a long high scream and a quite attractive
people went into vacant lots and pulled up greens to cook and the men rolled Bull Durham or smoked Wings (10 a pack) and the dogs were thin and the cats were thin and the cats learned h...
you came out, she said, and then you kicked this guy’s car and then you threw yourself into a… you crushed the whole bush,
stepped into the wrong end of the… right leg which was bad to begin w… with a tv writer and an actor, som… life to make a sitcom and luckily… day at the track I get a box seat…
call it love stand it up in the failing light put it in a dress pray sing beg cry laugh
they stop out front here looks as if the car is on fire the smoke blazes blue from the hoo… the motor sounds like cannon shots the car humps wildly
Dee Dee had to pick up her son at the airport. He was coming home from England for his vacation. He was 17, she told me, and his father was an ex-concert pianist. But he’d fallen for sp...
I’m not going to die easy; I’ve sat on your suicide beds in some of the worst holes in America,
The phone rang the next morning. Lydia had gone back to her place. It was Bobby, the kid who lived in the next block and worked in the porno bookstore. “Mindy’s down here. She wants you...