#AmericanWriters
drinking German beer and trying to come up with the immortal poem at 5 p.m. in the afternoon. but, ah, I’ve told the
death wants more death, and its we… I remember my father’s garage, how… I would brush the corpses of flies from the windows they thought were… their sticky, ugly, vibrant bodies
there are many single women in the… with one or two or three children and one wonders where the husbands have gone or where the lovers have gone
One night I was assigned to the stool next to Butchner. He didn’t stick any mail. He just sat there. And talked. A young girl came in and sat down at the end of the aisle. I heard Butch...
little dark girl with kind eyes when it comes time to use the knife I won’t flinch and
nobody goes downtown anymore the plants and trees have been cut… Pershing Square the grass is brown and the street preachers are not a…
Then there were only 6 or 7 of us.… “How you doing on your scheme, Ch… “No trouble at all,” I said. “O.… “Yes, Woodburn.” “Listen, I don’t like to be bothe…
I get too many phone calls. they seek the creature out. they shouldn’t.
the virus holds the concepts give way like rotten shoelaces toothache and bacon dance on the lawn
he was a good one say 18, 19, marine and every time woman came down the train aisle
“I’ve made it,” she said, “I’ve c… through.” she had on new boots, pa… and a white sweater. “I know what… want now.” she was from Chicago an… had settled in L.A.’s Fairfax dis…
dogs and angels are not very different. I often go to this place to eat about 2:30 in the afternoon
think of de vils in hell and stare at a beautiful vase of flowers as the woman in my bedroom
the girls are coming home in their… and I sit by the window and watch. there’s a girl in a red dress driving a white car
these women are supposed to come and see me but they never do. there’s the one with the long scar…