#AmericanWriters
I’m not going to die easy; I’ve sat on your suicide beds in some of the worst holes in America,
One morning about 10 a.m. the phon… I recognized the voice and began t… “Yes, yes, Miss Graves, but go on… “So therefore we have notified the… “And you are scheduled to throw yo…
They had this thing called Training Class, and so for 30 minutes each night, anyhow, we didn’t have to stick mail. A big Italiano got up on the lecture platform to tell us where it was....
sway with me, everything sad— madmen in stone houses without doors, lepers steaming love and song frogs trying to figure
the critics now have me drinking champagne and driving a BMW and also married to a socialite from
Two mornings later, at 4 am, somebody beat on the door. I let Tammie in. She sat down and I opened a couple of beers. “I’ve got bad breath, I have these two bad teeth. You can’t kiss me...
Sunday, I am eating a grapefruit, church is over at the… Orthadox to the west. she is dark
when Whitman wrote, “I sing the b… I know what he meant I know what he wanted:
and the subnormal. all through grammar school junior high high school junior college
I went over the other day to pick up my daughter. her mother came out with workman’s overalls on. I gave her the child support money
They are building a house half a block down and I sit up here with the shades down listening to the sounds,
let me speak as a friend although the centuries hang between us and neither you nor I can see the moon. be careful less the onion blind th…
takes lot of desperation dissatisfaction and
the cockroach crouched against the tile while I was pissing and as I turned my head he hauled his butt
The flies are angry bits of life; why are they so angry? it seems they want more, it seems almost as if they are angry