#AmericanWriters
a woman, a tire that’s flat, a disease, a desire: fears in front of you, fears that hold so still
in the hospitals I’ve been in you see the crosses on the walls with the thin palm leaves behind t… yellowed and browned it is the signal to accept the ine…
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...
have we gone wrong again? we laugh less and less, become more sadly sane. all we want is the absence of others.
Fay was all right with the pregnancy. For an old gal, she was all right. We waited around at our place. Finally the time came. “It won’t be long,” she said. “I don’t want to get there t...
here I am in the ground my mouth open and
in the earliest possible day in the blue-headed noon I will telegraph you a boney hand decorated with
good weather is like good women— it doesn’t always happen and when it does
A couple of nights later Becker walked in. I guess my parents gave him my address or he located me through the college. I had my name and address listed with the employment division at ...
yes, they begin out in a willow, I… the starch mountains begin out in… and keep right on going without re… pumas and nectarines somehow these mountains are like
We continued drinking. Cecelia had just one more and stopped. “I want to go out and look at the moon and stars,” she said. “It’s so beautiful out!” She went outside by the swimming pool...
Beowulf may have killed Grendel a… Grendel’s mother but he couldn’t kill this one:
I cut the middle fingernail of the… finger right hand real short and I began rubbing along her cunt
It was about a week later around 7 a.m. I had lucked into another day off and after a double workout, I was up against Joyce’s ass, her asshole, sleeping, verily sleeping, and then the ...
we take what we can see— the engines driving us mad, lovers finally hating; this fish in the market staring upward into our minds;