#AmericanWriters
he was just a cat cross-eyed, dirty white with pale blue eyes
one of Lorca’s best lines is, “agony, always agony ...” think of this when you
her shoes themselves would light my room like many candles. she walks like all things shining on glass,
we buy the scandal sheets at the s… get into bed and eat pretzels and… the church bells ring and the dogs… we turn on the tv and watch very b… then she goes down and brings up i…
she died of alcoholism wrapped in a blanket on a deck chair on an ocean steamer.
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…
in junior high school Big Max was a problem. we’d be sitting during lunch hour eating our peanut butter sandwiche… and potato chips.
first time my father overheard me… this bit of music he asked me, “what is it?” “it’s called Love For Three Oran… I informed him.
in the men’s room at the track this boy of about 7 or 8 years old came out of a stall
the lair of the hunted is hidden in the last place you’d ever look and even if you find it you won’t believe
But, there were still bits of action. One guy was caught on the same stairway that I had been trapped on. He was caught there with his head under some girl’s skirt. Then one of the girl...
he has on blue jeans and tennis sh… and walks with two young girls about his age. every now and then he leaps into the air and
she reads to me from the New York… which I don’t buy, don’t know how they get in here, but it’s something about the Mafia one of the heads of the Mafia
you with long hair, legs crossed h… the bar, you like a butcher knife… as the nightingale sings elsewhere… mingles with the roach’s hiss. know you as
wha’, what did you expect? a schoo… some more practical lover filling… I’m a fool and no gentleman: I wa… with Crane in pajamas, but suicide… there’s less and less to kill.