#AmericanWriters
It was 12 hours a night, plus supervisors, plus clerks, plus the fact that you could hardly breathe in that pack of flesh, plus stale baked food in the “non-profit” cafeteria. Plus the ...
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
in junior high school Big Max was a problem. we’d be sitting during lunch hour eating our peanut butter sandwiche… and potato chips.
I know that some night in some bedroom soon my fingers will rift
I suppose it’s raining in some Sp… while I’m feeling bad like this; I’d like to think so now.
I took my girlfriend to your last poetry reading, she said “yes”, “yes?” I asked. "she`s young and pretty",
half drunk I left her place her warm blankets and I was hungover didn’t even know what town
the schoolyard was a horror show:… freaks the beatings up against the wire f… our schoolmates watching glad that they were not the victim…
I am a panther shut up and bellowi… cement walls, and I am angry at bl… evenings without ventilation and I am angry with you, and it wi… like a rose
see this final storm as nothing ve… the world; there are so many more important t… consider. see this final storm as nothing ve…
Lydia phoned me in the morning. “Whenever you get drunk,” she said, “I’m going out dancing. I went to the Red Umbrella last night and I asked men to dance with me. A woman has a right t...
I read last Saturday in the redwoods outside of Santa Cruz and I was about 3/4's finished when I heard a long high scream and a quite attractive
take a writer away from his typewr… and all you have left is the sickness which started him
the ladies of summer will die like… and the lie the ladies of summer will love so long as the price is not forever
We ran up the long ramp. I was ca… At the escalator Tammie saw the f… “Please,” I said, “we only have f… “I want Dancy to have the money.” “All right.”