#AmericanWriters
had lost the last race big somebody had stolen my coat could feel the flu coming on and my tires were low. I went in to get a
she was a short one getting fat and she had once been beautiful and she drank the wine she drank the wine in bed and
the goldfish sing all night with g… and the whores go down with the st… the whores go down with the stars I’m sorry, sir, we close at 4:30, besides yr mother’s neck is dirty,
well, first Mae West died and then George Raft, and Eddie G. Robinson’s been gone long time,
up in northern California he stood in the pulpit and had been reading for some time he had been reading poems about nature and the goodness
Tony phoned and told me that Jan had left him but that he was a… helped him he said to think about… like D. H. Lawrence pissed off with life in general bu…
Two nights later I went over to Tammie’s place on Rustic Court. I knocked. The lights weren’t on. It seemed empty. I looked in her mailbox. There were letters in there. I wrote a note, ...
“What’s a guy like you doing in a place like this?” We got into my car and she told me where she lived. We stopped for a couple of big steaks, vegetables, stuff for a salad, potatoes, b...
we buy the scandal sheets at the s… get into bed and eat pretzels and… the church bells ring and the dogs… we turn on the tv and watch very b… then she goes down and brings up i…
That evening I started drinking. It wasn’t going to be easy without Katherine. I found some things she had left behind—earrings, a bracelet. I’ve got to get back to the typewriter, I th...
this is important enough: to get your feelings down, it is better than shaving or cooking beans with garlic. it is the little we can do
Sara was preparing the turkey dressing and I sat in the kitchen talking to her. We were both sipping white wine. The phone rang. I went and got it. It was Debra. “I just wanted to wish ...
she drives into the parking lot wh… I am leaning up against the fender… she’s drunk and her eyes are wet w… “you son of a bitch, you fucked me… didn’t want to. you told me to kee…
for five years I have been looking across the way at the side of a red apartment hou… there must be people in there even love in there
here I’ll be 55 in a week. what will I write about