#AmericanWriters
Speciously individual like a solid piece of spit floating in a cuspidor I dream of free bravery but am a social being.
The first and last time I met my ex-lover Anne Sexton was at a protest poetry reading against some anti-constitutional war in As… when some academic son of a bitch,
Because of the unaccountable spiri… oh we were marched as we were neve… and flanked them off from home. St… was after them, head on to tail, b… him, finally, to flank, flank, cut…
This is the time of night at the d… when the manager is balancing a nearly empty ketchup bottle upside-down on a nearly full ketch… and spreading his hands slowly awa…
In order to perfect all readers the statements should he carved on rock walls, on cave walls, and on the sides of pillars so the charm of their instruction can
“If you work a body of water and a… you can take fish out of one and c… for the two kinds of survival. The… both kinds are adequate in pleasur… but the hard work and the miseries…
Oh I got up and went to work and worked and came back home and ate and talked and went to sle… Then I got up and went to work and worked and came back home
As an American traveler I have to remember not to get actionably… about the way things are around he… Tomorrow I’ll be a thousand miles… from the way it is around here. I…
What is better than leaving a bar in the middle of the afternoon besides staying in it or not having gone into it in the first p… because you had a decent woman to…
My mother never heard of Freud and she decided as a little girl that she would call her husband Di… no matter what his first name was and did. He called her Ditty. The…
Once, one of my students read a bo… She was doing a history assignment… the decline and fall of the Roman… and crying. When I asked her why she said Because. All those peopl…
God, I need a job because I need… Here the world is, enjoyable with… women, ultimate weapons, and class… But if I have no money, then my w… gets mad at me, I can’t drink well…
The skin ripples over my body like… rearing to escape me. Where could… animal as naked as the one it hate… Once it told me what was happening… who was attacking, who caressing,…
The trees in time have something else to do besides their treeing. What is it. I’m a starving to death man myself, and thirsty, thirsty
Who knows whether the sea heals or… The wading, wintered pack-beasts o… slough off, in spring, the dead ri… leather detention, the big toe’s y… shines with a natural polish, and…