#AmericanWriters
3 small boys run toward me blowing whistles and they scream you’re under arrest! you’re drunk!
we buy the scandal sheets at the s… get into bed and eat pretzels and… the church bells ring and the dogs… we turn on the tv and watch very b… then she goes down and brings up i…
red hair real she whirled it and she asked “is my ass still on?”
swans die in the Spring too and there it floated dead on a Sunday sideways circling in the current
a woman told a man when he got off a plane that I was dead. a magazine printed the fact that I was dead
the old folks play a game in the park overlooking the sea shoving markers across cement with wooden sticks. four play, two on each side
what is it about lobsters and crab… those white-pink shells that always make me hungry just looking at them there in the butcher’s display case
now the territory is taken, the sacrificial lambs have been sl… as history is scratched again on t… as the bankers scurry to survive, as the young girls paint their hun…
they’d come around and they’d ask “you finished your 2nd novel yet?” “no.”
for five years I have been looking across the way at the side of a red apartment hou… there must be people in there even love in there
here I’m supposed to be a great po… and I’m sleepy in the afternoon here I am aware of death like a gi… charging at me and I’m sleepy in the afternoon
man, he said, sitting on the steps your car sure needs a wash and wax… I can do it for you for 5 bucks, I got the wax, I got the rags, I… I need.
When I awakened it was 1:30 pm. I took a bath, got dressed, checked the mail. A letter from a young man in Glendale. "Dear Mr. Chinaski: I am a young writer and I think that I am a good...
my grandmother had a serious gas problem. we only saw her on Sunday. she’d sit down to dinner and she’d have gas.
it sits outside my window now like and old woman going to market… it sits and watches me, it sweats nevously through wire and fog and dog—bark