#AmericanWriters
A day or so later I got a poem in the mail from Lydia. It was a long poem and it began: Come out, old troll, Come out of your dark hole, old troll, Come out into the sunlight with us an...
red-eyed and dizzy as I the bird came flying all the way from Egypt at 5 o’clock in the morning, and Maria almost stumbled on her s…
My mother went to her low-paying job each morning and my father, who didn’t have a job, left each morning too. Although most of the neighbors were unemployed he didn’t want them to thin...
I get many phonecalls now. They are all alike. “are you Charles Bukowski, the writer?” “yes,” I tell them.
in the Valkerie Mountains among the strutting peacocks I found a flower as large as my head
I pick up the skirt, I pick up the sparkling beads in black, this thing that moved once around flesh,
That evening after dinner Joanna produced some mescaline. “You ever tried this stuff?” Joanna had some paints and brushes and paper spread on the table. Then I remembered she was an art...
in grievous deity my cat walks around he walks around and around with electric tail and
my first and only wife painted and she talked to me about it: it’s all so painful
Dee Dee had to pick up her son at the airport. He was coming home from England for his vacation. He was 17, she told me, and his father was an ex-concert pianist. But he’d fallen for sp...
Either peace or happiness, let it enfold you when I was a young man I felt these things were dumb, unsophisticated.
he comes out at 7:30 a.m. every da… with 3 peanut butter sandwiches, a… there’s one can of beer which he floats in the baitbucket. he fishes for hours with a small t…
she pulled her dress off over her head and I saw the panties indented somewhat into the crotch.
listening to Wagner as outside in the dark the wind bl… trees wave and shake lights go off and on the walls creak and the… bed...
sway with me, everything sad— madmen in stone houses without doors, lepers steaming love and song frogs trying to figure