#AmericanWriters
are more beautiful than movie stars and they lounge on the lawn sunbathing
I don’t beat the walls with my fis… I just sit but it rushes in a tide of it. the woman in the court behind me h…
drunk and writing poems at 3 a.m. what counts now is one more tight
Fay was all right with the pregnancy. For an old gal, she was all right. We waited around at our place. Finally the time came. “It won’t be long,” she said. “I don’t want to get there t...
red-eyed and dizzy as I the bird came flying all the way from Egypt at 5 o’clock in the morning, and Maria almost stumbled on her s…
Slipping keenly into bright ashes, target of vanilla tears your sure body lit candles for men on dark nights, and now your night is darker
I had begun to dislike my father. He was always angry about something. Wherever we went he got into arguments with people. But he didn’t appear to frighten most people; they often just ...
is the slim tall ear-ringed bedroom damsel dressed in a long gown
I went to my place, started drinking. I snapped on the radio and found some classical music. I got my Coleman lantern out of the closet. I turned out the lights and sat playing with the...
she sits up there drinking wine while her husband is at work. she puts quite
I’m not going to die easy; I’ve sat on your suicide beds in some of the worst holes in America,
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.
like the fox run with the hunted and if I’m not the happiest man on earth
I got his ashes, she said, and I… out to sea and I scattered his ash… they didn’t even look like ashes and the urn was weighted with
the 3 horse clipped the heels of the 7, they both went down and the 9 stumbled over them, jocks rolling, horses’ legs flung skyward.