#AmericanWriters
hooray say the roses, today is bla… and we are red as blood. hooray say the roses, today is Wed… and we bloom wher soldiers fell and lovers too,
he talked about Steinbeck and Tho… wrote like a cross between the two… and I lived in a hotel on Figuero… close to the bars and he lived further uptown in a s…
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
he drank wine all night of the 28th, and he kept thinking of her: the way she walked and talked and… the way she told him things that s… but were not, and he knew the colo…
I keep thinking it will be outside now waiting for me blue front bumper twisted
Meanwhile, there was still Joyce, and her geraniums, and a couple of million if I could hang on. Joyce and the flies and the geraniums. I worked the night shift, 12 hours, and she pawed...
I took the envelope home to my mother and handed it to her and walked into the bedroom. My bedroom. The best thing about the bedroom was the bed. I liked to stay in bed for hours, even ...
The next day in bed I got tired of waiting for the airplanes and I found a large yellow notebook that had been meant for high school work. It was empty. I found a pen. I went to bed wit...
There are sketches on the walls of… and outside a large green bus swer… insanity sprung from a waving line… says the radio, and Jane Austin,… “I am going to do her portrait on…
they took my man off the street the other day he wore an L.A. Rams sweatshirt w… the sleeves cut off
I went upstairs to 409, had a stiff scotch and water, took some money out of the top drawer, went down the steps, got in my car and drove to the racetrack. I got there in time for the f...
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
she sits up there drinking wine while her husband is at work. she puts quite
outside my window Sunday. I am eating a grapefruit. church is over at the… Orthodox to the west.
I can remember starving in a small room in a strange city shades pulled down, listening to classical music I was young I was so young it hur…