#Americans #XXCentury #1973 #BurningInWaterDrowningInFlame #ItCatchesMyHeartInItsHands
64 days and nights in that place, chemotherapy, antibiotics, blood running into the catheter. leukemia.
people went into vacant lots and pulled up greens to cook and the men rolled Bull Durham or smoked Wings (10 a pack) and the dogs were thin and the cats were thin and the cats learned h...
feet of cheese coffeepot soul hands that hate poolsticks eyes like paperclips I prefer red wine
she lived in Galveston and was int… T.M. and I went down to visit her and w… continually even though it was ver… weather
you just don’t know how to do it, you know that, and you can’t do a lot of other useful things either. it’s the fault of the
I sit here on the 2nd floor hunched over in yellow pajamas still pretending to be a writer.
Bruckner wasn’t bad even though he got down on his knees and proclaimed Wagner the master.
had her for 3 units and at mid-term she’d read off how many assignment… stories had been turned in:
half-past nowhere alone in the crumbling tower of myself stumbling in this the
majestic, magic infinite my little girl is sun on the carpet—
murdered in the alleys of the land frost-bitten against flagpoles pawned by females educated in the dark for the dark vomiting into plugged toilets
my father was a practical man. he had an idea. you see, my son, he said, I can pay for this house in my lif… then it’s mine.
I found a room on Temple Street in the Filipino district. It was $3.50 a week, upstairs on the second floor. I paid the landlady—a middle-aged blond—a week’s rent. The toilet and tub we...
The voices of the people were the same, no matter where you carried the mail you heard the same things over and over again. “You’re late, aren’t you?” “Where’s the regular carrier?” “He...
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...