#AmericanWriters
I’m in bed. it’s morning and I hear: where are your socks? please get dressed!
she sits up there drinking wine while her husband is at work. she puts quite
That night I gave another bad reading. I didn’t care. They didn’t care. If John Cage could get one thousand dollars for eating an apple, I’d accept $500 plus air fare for being a lemon....
R.O.T.C. kept me away from sports while the other guys practiced every day. They made the school teams, won their letters and got the girls. My days were spent mostly marching around in...
sitting on a 2nd-floor porch at 1:… while looking out over the city. could be worse. we needn’t accomplish great things…
it is the man you’ve never seen wh… keeps you going, the one who might arrive someday. he isn’t out on the streets or
this head like a saucer decorated with everything as lip to lip we hang in mechanical joy; my hands blaze with arias
The next day we picked up some of her stuff at this motel. There was a little dark guy in there with a wart on the side of his nose. He looked dangerous. Hector was sitting on the edge ...
Graduation Day. We filed in with our caps and gowns to “Pomp and Circumstance.” I suppose that in our three years we must have learned something. Our ability to spell had probably impro...
16 years old during the depression I’d come home drunk and all my clothing— shorts, shirts, stockings—
he was easy, fat as a hummingbird and I had him blowing, I jabbed and crossed and took my t… everybody was waiting for the main… drinking beer, and I was thinking
do not b other the beagle lying th… away from grass and flowers and pa… dreaming dogdreams, or perhaps dre… nothing, as men do awake; yes, leave him be, in that simple…
never even in calmer times have I ever dreamed of bicycling through that
I paid this one’s fare all the way… to San Francisco then flew up to meet her at her br… and I got drunk and talked all night about a redhe…
big sloppy wounded dog hit by a car and walking toward the curbing making enormous sounds