see this poem? was written without drinking. don’t need to drink to write.

I stop my car at the signal I see her walking past the graveyard— as she walks past the iron fence I can see through the iron fence and I see the headstones

When I awakened it was 1:30 pm. I took a bath, got dressed, checked the mail. A letter from a young man in Glendale. "Dear Mr. Chinaski: I am a young writer and I think that I am a good...

my daughter is most glorious. we are eating a takeout snack in my car in Santa Monica.

very tall girl lifts her nose at me outside a supermarket as if I were a walking garbage can; and I had no desire for her, no more desire

One day, just like in grammar school, like with David, a boy attached himself to me. He was small and thin and had almost no hair on top of his head. The guys called him Baldy. His real...

Somehow the money slipped away after that and soon I left the track and sat around in my apartment waiting for the 90 days’ leave to run out. My nerves were raw from the drinking and th...

I keep thinking it will be outside now waiting for me blue front bumper twisted

believe in earning one’s own way but I also believe in the unexpected gift and it is a wondrous thing when a woman who has read your works

There was another German Shepherd. It was hot summer and he came BOUNDING out of a back yard and then LEAPED through the air. His teeth snapped, just missing my jugular vein. “OH JESUS!...

it sits outside my window now like and old woman going to market; it sits and watches me, it sweats nevously through wire and fog and dog—bark

I was sitting in my shorts one afternoon a week later. There was a tender little knock on the door. “Just a moment,” I said. I put on a robe and opened the door. “We’re two girls from G...

Frank liked airplanes. He lent me all h… War 1. The best was Flying Aces. The d… and the Fokkers mixing it. I read all t… I liked going over to Frank’s place to… His mother wore high heels and had great…

don’t worry about rejections, pard, I’ve been rejected before. sometimes you make a mistake, taking the wrong poem