#AmericanWriters
yeah sure, I’ll be in unless I’m… don’t knock if the lights are out or you hear voices or then I might be reading Proust if someone slips Proust under my d…
Then there were only 6 or 7 of us.… “How you doing on your scheme, Ch… “No trouble at all,” I said. “O.… “Yes, Woodburn.” “Listen, I don’t like to be bothe…
we were in bed and she started to fight: “you son of a bitch! you just wait… I’ll get you!” I began laughing:
there are these small cliffs above the sea and it is night, late night; I have been unable to sleep, and with my car above me
out of the arm of one love and into the arms of another I have been saved from dying on th… by a lady who smokes pot writes songs and stories
we have everything and we have not… and some men do it in churches and some men do it by tearing butt… in half and some men do it in Palm Spring…
is a highrise apt. next door and he beats her at night and she… and I see her the next day standing in the driveway with curl… and she has her huge buttocks jamm…
I took Tanya to the airport the next afternoon. We had a drink in the same bar. The high-yellow wasn’t around; all that leg was with somebody else. “No. You love sex and there’s nothing...
she died of alcoholism wrapped in a blanket on a deck chair on an ocean steamer.
she writes continually like a long nozzle spraying the air,
once starving in Philadelphia I had a small room it was evening going into night and I stood at my window on the 3r…
our marriage book, it says. I look through it. they lasted ten years. they were young once.
up in northern California he stood in the pulpit and had been reading for some time he had been reading poems about nature and the goodness
one of Lorca’s best lines is, “agony, always agony ...” think of this when you
By the time they called me to dinner I was able to pull up my clothing and walk to the breakfast nook where we ate all our meals except on Sunday. There were two pillows on my chair. I ...
