#AmericanWriters
bet on #6, I try red, I stare at… wonder what Chekhov would do, and… blue plates sit eating the carnage… and look very much like Russians a… my left tit and try to smile like…
no we can’t we can’t win it I’ve decided we can’t win it just for a while we thought we cou… but that was just for a while
the weather is hot on the back of… which is down at Finkelstein’s who is gifted with 3 balls but no heart, but you’ve got to un… when the bull goes down
Jimmy Hatcher worked part time in a grocery store. While none of us could get jobs he could always get one. He had his little movie star face and his mother had a great body. With his f...
I go to pick her up. she’s on some errand. she always has errands many things to do. I have nothing to do.
they go on writing pumping out poems— young boys and college professors wives who drink wine all afternoon while their husbands work,
consistency is terrific: shark-mouth grubby interior with an almost perfect body, long blazing hair—
Markov claims I am trying to stab his soul but I’d prefer his wife. put my feet on the coffee table and he says,
Our man was there to meet us, Gary Benson. He also wrote poetry and drove a cab. He was very fat but at least he didn’t look like a poet, he didn’t look North Beach or East Village or l...
Three or four days later I found her note and phoned Debra. She said, “Come on over.” She gave me the directions to Playa del Rey and I drove over. She had a small rented house with a f...
Four or five days passed. The phone rang. It was Tammie. “Listen, Hank. You know that little bridge you cross in your car when you drive to my mother’s place?” “Well, right by there the...
Then I developed a new system at the racetrack. I pulled in $3,000 in a month and a half while only going to the track two or three times a week. I began to dream. I saw a little house ...
in the center of the action you have to lay down like an anima… until it charges, you have to lay down
I met a genius on the train today about 6 years old, he sat beside me and as the train
I heard it first while screwing a… who had the biggest box in Scranton. I listened to it again as I wrote… to my mother