#AmericanWriters
Every route had its traps and only the regular carriers knew of them. Each day it was another god damned thing, and you were always ready for a rape, murder, dogs, or insanity of some s...
A sound awakened me. It was not quite daylight. Cecelia was moving around getting dressed. I looked at my watch. “I want to watch the sun come up. I love sunrises!” “I haven’t been able...
The boys on Dorsey station didn’t know my problems. I’d enter through the back way each night, hide my sweater in a tray and walk in to get my timecard: We had a game going, the black-w...
he was a good one say 18, 19, marine and every time woman came down the train aisle
dying has its rough edge. no escaping now. the warden has his eye on me. his bad eye. I’m doing hard time now.
Lydia phoned me in the morning. “Whenever you get drunk,” she said, “I’m going out dancing. I went to the Red Umbrella last night and I asked men to dance with me. A woman has a right t...
by God, I don’t know what to do. they’re so nice to have around. they have a way of playing with the balls
Thanks for the good letter. I don’t think it hurts, sometimes, to remember where you came from. You know the places where I came from. Even the people who try to write about that or mak...
he spoke to mice and sparrows and his hair was white at the age… his father beat him every day and… lit candles in the church. his grandmother came while the boy…
Sunday, I am eating a grapefruit, church is over at the… Orthadox to the west. she is dark
big black beard tells me that I don’t feel terror I look at him
my mother knocked on my rooming-ho… and came in looked in the dresser drawer: Henry you don’t have any clean stockings?
see this poem? was written without drinking. don’t need to drink to write.
Our English teacher, Miss Gredis, was the absolute best. She was a blonde with a long sharp nose. Her nose wasn’t much good but you didn’t notice it when you looked at the rest of her. ...
smoking a cigarette and noting a m… flattened out against the wall and died as organ music from centuries back… my black radio