#AmericanWriters
My mother never heard of Freud and she decided as a little girl that she would call her husband Di… no matter what his first name was and did. He called her Ditty. The…
The skin ripples over my body like… rearing to escape me. Where could… animal as naked as the one it hate… Once it told me what was happening… who was attacking, who caressing,…
In order to perfect all readers the statements should he carved on rock walls, on cave walls, and on the sides of pillars so the charm of their instruction can
What is better than leaving a bar in the middle of the afternoon besides staying in it or not having gone into it in the first p… because you had a decent woman to…
Who knows whether the sea heals or… The wading, wintered pack-beasts o… slough off, in spring, the dead ri… leather detention, the big toe’s y… shines with a natural polish, and…
God, I need a job because I need… Here the world is, enjoyable with… women, ultimate weapons, and class… But if I have no money, then my w… gets mad at me, I can’t drink well…
After your first poetry reading I shook hands with you and got a hard-on. Thank you. We know that old trees can not feel a thing
For old Billy Dugan, shot in the… The old wound in my ass has opened up again, but I am past the prodigies of youth’s campaigns, and weep
The river brought down dead horses, dead men and military debris, indicative of war or official acts upstream,
He had a back office in his older… advertising agency and understood… He turned his father’s small inher… on hemorrhoid ads between three-ho… at the Plaza every day and cocktai…
“If you work a body of water and a… you can take fish out of one and c… for the two kinds of survival. The… both kinds are adequate in pleasur… but the hard work and the miseries…
Speciously individual like a solid piece of spit floating in a cuspidor I dream of free bravery but am a social being.
As an American traveler I have to remember not to get actionably… about the way things are around he… Tomorrow I’ll be a thousand miles… from the way it is around here. I…
The trees in time have something else to do besides their treeing. What is it. I’m a starving to death man myself, and thirsty, thirsty
Nothing is plumb, level, or square… the studs are bowed, the joists are shaky by nature, no piece fits any other piece without a gap or pinch, and bent nails