#AmericanWriters
you no faces no faces at all laughing at nothing—
—he’s a dandy —small moustache —usually sucking on a cigar he tends to lean into cars as he transacts business
the old fart, he used his literary… to reel them in one at a time, each younger than the last. he liked to meet them for luncheon… wine
It was Christmas season and I learned from the drunk up the hill, who did the trick every Christmas, that they would hire damned near anybody, and so I went and the next thing I knew I ...
I cross the room to the last wall the last window the last pink sun with its arms around the world
The flies are angry bits of life; why are they so angry? it seems they want more, it seems almost as if they are angry
here I am in the ground my mouth open and
knew you were a bad-ass,” he said. you sat in the back of Art class a… you never said anything. then I saw you in that brutal figh… with the guy with the dirty yellow
I sit here on the 2nd floor hunched over in yellow pajamas still pretending to be a writer.
Marina Louise, Fay named the child. So there it was, Marina Louise Chinaski. In the crib by the window. Looking up at the tree leafs and bright designs whirling on the ceiling. Then she...
I have been looking at the same lampshade for 5 years and it has gathered
as the spirit wanes the form
call it th e green house effect or… but it just doesn’t rain like it used to. particularly remember the rains of… depression era.
the problem, of course, isn’t the… it’s the living parts which make up the Dem… the next person you pass on the st… multiply
yes, it’s dark in here. can’t open the door. can’t open the jam lid. can’t find a pair of socks that ma… was born in Andernach in 1920 and…