#AmericanWriters
my goldfish stares with watery eye… into the hemisphere of my sorrow; upon the thinnest of threads we hang together, hang hang hang
schoolgirls in pantyhose sitting on bus stop benches looking tired at 13 with their raspberry lipstick. it’s hot in the sun
red hair real she whirled it and she asked “is my ass still on?”
my grandmother had a serious gas problem. we only saw her on Sunday. she’d sit down to dinner and she’d have gas.
stuck in the rain on the freeway,… these are the lucky ones, these ar… dutifully employed, most with thei… as possible as they try not to thi… this is our new civilization: as m…
my friend William is a fortunate m… he lacks the imagination to suffer he kept his first job his first wife can drive a car 50,000 miles
I had this room in front on DeLon… and I used to sit for hours in the daytime looking out the front window.
3 small boys run toward me blowing whistles and they scream you’re under arrest! you’re drunk!
no we can’t we can’t win it I’ve decided we can’t win it just for a while we thought we cou… but that was just for a while
we talk about this film: Cagney fed this broad grapefruit faster than she could eat it and
there he is: not too many hangovers not too many fights with women not too many flat tires never a thought of suicide
had her for 3 units and at mid-term she’d read off how many assignment… stories had been turned in:
That summer, July 1934, they gunned down John Dillinger outside the movie house in Chicago. He never had a chance. The Lady in Red had fingered him. More than a year earlier the banks h...
So I was surprised when the phone rang a couple of nights later and it was Cassie. “What are you doing, Hank?” She gave me the address, it was either Westwood or West L. A. “I have plen...
To give life you must take life, and as our grief falls flat and ho… upon the billion—blooded sea I pass upon serious inward—breakin… with white—legged, white—bellied r…