#AmericanWriters
this head like a saucer decorated with everything as lip to lip we hang in mechanical joy; my hands blaze with arias
outside my window Sunday. I am eating a grapefruit. church is over at the… Orthodox to the west.
So I was surprised when the phone rang a couple of nights later and it was Cassie. “What are you doing, Hank?” She gave me the address, it was either Westwood or West L. A. “I have plen...
16 and one-half inch neck 68 years old lifts weights body like a young
a house with 7 or 8 people living in it getting up the rent. there’s a stereo never used and a set of bongos
crud, he said, hauling it out of the water, what is it? a Hollow-Back June Whale, I said… no, said a guy standing by us on t…
I think of automobiles parked in a parking lot when I think of myself dead I think of frying pans when I think of myself dead
a very miraculous thing just happe… my beerbottle flipped over backwar… and landed on its bottom on the fl… and I have set it upon the table t… but the photos were not so lucky t…
first of all, I had a hard time, a… locating the parking lot for the b… wasn’t off the main boulevard wher… the cars all driven by merciless k… were doing 55 mph in a 25 mph zone…
they’d come around and they’d ask “you finished your 2nd novel yet?” “no.”
It was 3 or 4 days before I had to fly to Houston to give a reading. I went to the track, drank at the track, and afterwards I went to a bar on Hollywood Boulevard. I went home at 9 or ...
While working Dorsey station I heard some of the old timers needling Big Daddy Greystone about how he’d had to buy a tape recorder in order to learn his schemes. Big Daddy had read the ...
they took my man off the street the other day he wore an L.A. Rams sweatshirt w… the sleeves cut off
the waste of words continues with a stunning persistence as the waiter runs by carrying the… tray
have we gone wrong again? we laugh less and less, become more sadly sane. all we want is the absence of others.