#AmericanWriters
I hear them outside: “does he always type this late?” “no, it’s very unusual.” “he shouldn’t type this
you have to have it or the walls w… in. you have to give everything up, th… away, everything away. you have to look at what you look…
Sunday, I am eating a grapefruit, church is over at the… Orthadox to the west. she is dark
I didn’t see Lydia for a couple of days, although I did manage to phone her 6 or 7 times during that period. Then the weekend arrived. Her ex-husband, Gerald, always took the children o...
you no faces no faces at all laughing at nothing—
I stop my car at the signal I see her walking past the graveya… as she walks past the iron fence I can see through the iron fence and I see the headstones
the pleasures of the damned are limited to brief moments of happiness: like the eyes in the look of a dog… like a square of wax,
O lord, he said, Japanese women, real women, they have not forgotte… bowing and smiling closing the wounds men have made; but American women will kill you l…
re-reading some of Fante’s The Wine of Youth in bed this mid-afternoon my big cat
she writes: you’ll be moaning and groaning in your poems about how I fucked those 2 guys last week.
We were in the air twenty minutes when she took a mirror out of her purse and began to make up her face, mostly the eyes. She worked at her eyes with a small brush, concentrating on the...
During the second and third grades I still didn’t get a chance to play baseball but I knew that somehow I was developing into a player. If I ever got a bat in my hands again I knew I wo...
I blacked out after that. I guess I had consumed more whiskey than I thought. I don’t remember arriving at Nicole’s. I awakened in the morning with my back to somebody in a strange bed....
of late I’ve had this thought that this country has gone backwards or 5 de cades
are more beautiful than movie stars and they lounge on the lawn sunbathing