#AmericanWriters
you won’t see them often for wherever the crowd is they are not. those odd ones, not
and so we suck on a cigar and a beer attempting to mend the love
a girlfriend came in built me a bed scrubbed and waxed the kitchen flo… scrubbed the walls vacuumed
you go for these wenches, she said… you go for these whores, I’ll bore you. I don’t want to be shit on anymore… I said,
My father had two brothers. The younger was named Ben and the older was named John. Both were alcoholics and ne’er-do-wells. My parents often spoke of them. “Neither of them amount to a...
you consult psychiatrists and phil… when things aren’t going well and whores when they are. the whores are there for young boy… men; to the young boys they say,
I hear them outside: “does he always type this late?” “no, it’s very unusual.” “he shouldn’t type this
I went up to Tammie’s place with my cardboard cartons. First I got the items she mentioned. Then I found other things—other dresses and blouses, shoes, an iron, a hair dryer, Dancy’s cl...
crud, he said, hauling it out of the water, what is it? a Hollow-Back June Whale, I said… no, said a guy standing by us on t…
you may not believe it but there are people who go through life with very little friction or
Go to Tibet. Ride a camel. Read the Bible. Dye your shoes blue. Grow a Beard.
keep remembering the horses under the moon keep remembering feeding the horse… sugar white oblongs of sugar
here I’ll be 55 in a week. what will I write about
at one stage in my life I met a man who claimed to have visited Pound at St. Elizabeths. then I met a woman who not only claimed to have visited
I came out of the bar and checked the message board. The plane was on time. Katherine was in the air and moving towards me. I sat down and waited. Across from me was a well-groomed woma...