#AmericanWriters
the hearse comes through the room… the beheaded, the disappeared, the… mad. the flies are a glue of sticky pas… their wings will not
he met her at the racetrack, a str… blonde with round hips, well-bosom… turned-up nose, flower mouth, in a… wearing white high-heeled shoes. she began asking him questions abo…
My mother went to her low-paying job each morning and my father, who didn’t have a job, left each morning too. Although most of the neighbors were unemployed he didn’t want them to thin...
after the slaughter house there was a bar around the corner and I sat in there and watched the sun go down through the window,
there is enough treachery, hatred… human being to supply any given ar… and the best at murder are those w… and the best at hate are those who… and the best at war finally are th…
Go to Tibet. Ride a camel. Read the Bible. Dye your shoes blue. Grow a Beard.
the old folks play a game in the park overlooking the sea shoving markers across cement with wooden sticks. four play, two on each side
once we were young at this machine. . . drinking
listening to Bruckner on the radio wondering why I’m not half mad over the latest breakup with my latest girlfriend wondering why I’m not driving the…
naked in that bright light the four horse falls and throws a 112-pound boy into the hooves
the dead can sleep they don’t get up and rage they don’t have a wife. her white face like a flower in a closed
in the hospitals I’ve been in you see the crosses on the walls with the thin palm leaves behind t… yellowed and browned it is the signal to accept the ine…
at high noon at a small college near the beach sober the sweat running down my arms a spot of sweat on the table
this is my piano. the phone rings and people ask, what are you doing? how about getting drunk with us? and I say,
I met a genius on the train today about 6 years old, he sat beside me and as the train