#AmericanWriters
waiting for death like a cat that will jump on the bed I am so very sorry for
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
believe in earning one’s own way but I also believe in the unexpect… gift and it is a wondrous thing when a woman who has read your wor…
I used to know a dutchman in a Ph… he’d take 3 raw eggs in his beer, 71, still working, strong,
is the slim tall ear-ringed bedroom damsel dressed in a long gown
Julio came by with his guitar and… latest song. Julio was famous, he wrote songs a… published books of little drawings… poems.
I had to fly to Illinois to give a reading at the University. I hated readings, but they helped with the rent and maybe they helped sell books. They got me out of east Hollywood, they g...
Jane, who has been dead for 31 yea… never could have imagined that I would write a scre… days together and
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 ...
this man sometimes forgets who he is. sometimes he thinks he’s the Pope. other times he thinks he’s a
once starving in Philadelphia I had a small room it was evening going into night and I stood at my window on the 3r…
she only fucks the ones she doesn’… to marry. to the others she says you’ve got to marry me. or maybe she just fucks the ones s…
as the spirit wanes the form
in the afternoon they lean against one another and you can see how much they like the sun.
Lila Jane was a girl my age who lived next door. I still wasn’t allowed to play with the children in the neighborhood, but sitting in the bedroom often got dull. I would go out and walk...