#AmericanWriters
all the women all their kisses the different ways they love and talk and need. their ears they all have
the dead dogs of nowhere bark as you approach another traffic accident. cars one standing on its
I had this room in front on DeLon… and I used to sit for hours in the daytime looking out the front window.
I got lucky the next day. They called my name. It was a different doctor. I stripped down. He turned a hot white light on me and looked me over. I was sitting on the edge of the examina...
naked in that bright light the four horse falls and throws a 112-pound boy into the hooves
then there was the time in New Orleans I was living with a fat woman, Marie, in the French Quarter and I got very sick.
knew you were a bad-ass,” he said. you sat in the back of Art class a… you never said anything. then I saw you in that brutal figh… with the guy with the dirty yellow
we fought for 17 days inside that… thrusting and counter-thrusting but finally she got away and I walked outside and spit
the 3 horse clipped the heels of the 7, they both went down and the 9 stumbled over them, jocks rolling, horses’ legs flung skyward.
So gramps wrote Joyce a big check and there we were. We rented a little house up on a hill, and then Joyce got this stupid moralistic thing. “We both ought to get jobs,” Joyce said, “to...
she died of alcoholism wrapped in a blanket on a deck chair on an ocean steamer.
Thanks for the good letter. I don’t think it hurts, sometimes, to remember where you came from. You know the places where I came from. Even the people who try to write about that or mak...
they go on writing pumping out poems— young boys and college professors wives who drink wine all afternoon while their husbands work,
I had just won $115 from the heads… was naked upon my bed listening to an opera by one of th… and had just gotten rid of a very… when there was a knock upon the wo…
You had to fill out more papers to get out than to get in. The first page they gave you was a personalized mimeo affair from the postmaster of the city. It began: “I am sorry you are te...