#AmericanWriters
a woman told a man when he got off a plane that I was dead. a magazine printed the fact that I was dead
you may not believe it but there are people who go through life with very little friction or
there is always that space there just before they get to us that space that fine relaxer the breather
naked along the side of the house, 8 a.m., spreading sesame seed oil over my body, Jesus, have I come to this? I once battled in dark alleys for…
It was hot that night at the reading, which was to be held at St. Mark’s Church. Tammie and I sat in what was used as the dressing room. Tammie found a full-length mirror leaning agains...
don’t worry about rejections, pard… I’ve been rejected before. sometimes you make a mistake, taki… the wrong poem
they go on writing pumping out poems— young boys and college professors wives who drink wine all afternoon while their husbands work,
some people never go crazy. me, sometimes I’ll lie down behind… for 3 or 4 days. they’ll find me there. it’s Cherub, they’ll say, and
Four or five days passed. The phone rang. It was Tammie. “Listen, Hank. You know that little bridge you cross in your car when you drive to my mother’s place?” “Well, right by there the...
unaccountably we are alone forever alone and it was meant to be that way, was never meant
I forget the beginning time. 6 or 7 p.m. Something like that. All you did was sit with a handful of letters, take a streetmap and figure your run. It was easy. All the drivers took much...
I get many phonecalls now. They are all alike. “are you Charles Bukowski, the writer?” “yes,” I tell them.
neither does this mean the dead are at the door begging bread before
majestic, magic infinite my little girl is sun on the carpet—
one of the first actors to play Ta… Motion Picture Home. he’d been there for years waiting… he spent much of his time running in and out of the wards