#AmericanWriters
a single dog walking alone on a hot sidewalk of summer appears to have the power of ten thousand gods.
ah, Merryman, fighter on the docks, killed a man while they were unloa… bananas. mean the man he killed
the dead can sleep they don’t get up and rage they don’t have a wife. her white face like a flower in a closed
eating cold plums in bed she told me about the German who owned everything on the block except the custom drapery shop and he tried to buy
there is always that space there just before they get to us that space that fine relaxer the breather
yesterday drunken Alice gave me a jar of fig jam and today she whistles
Joyce found a job with the county, the county Police Department, of all things. I was living with a cop! But at least it was during the day, which gave me a little rest from those fondl...
I have lain in bed all day but I have written one poem and I am up now looking out the window and like a novelist might say
Markov claims I am trying to stab his soul but I’d prefer his wife. put my feet on the coffee table and he says,
I hear them outside: “does he always type this late?” “no, it’s very unusual.” “he shouldn’t type this
know. I know. they are limited, have different needs and concerns. but I watch and learn from them.
don’t undress my love you might find a mannequin: don’t undress the mannequin you might find my love.
64 days and nights in that place, chemotherapy, antibiotics, blood running into the catheter. leukemia.
the girls were young and worked the streets but often couldn’t score, they
The war was going very well in Europe, for Hitler. Most of the students weren’t very vocal on the matter. But the instructors were, they were almost all left-wing and anti-German. There...