#AmericanWriters
I don’t know how many bottles of b… I have consumed while waiting for… to get better. I don’t know how much wine and whi… and beer
There was death in that place on the hill. I knew it the first day I walked out the screen door and into the backyard. A zing– ing binging buzzing whining sound came right at me: 10,000...
In bed I had something in front o… “Sorry, baby,” I said. Then I ro… Then something awakened me. It wa… “Go, baby, go!” I told her. I arched my back now and then. Sh…
I saw Bobby out front the next day when I went to buy a newspaper. “Louie phoned,” he said, “he told me what happened to him.” “He ran outside to vomit and Tammie grabbed his cock while...
I got in the shower and burned my balls last Wednesday. met this painter called Spain, no, he was a cartoonist,
the drifting of the mind. the slow loss, the leaking away. one’s demise is not very interesti… from my bed I watch 3 birds throug… one coal black, one dark brown, th…
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 went upstairs to 409, had a stiff scotch and water, took some money out of the top drawer, went down the steps, got in my car and drove to the racetrack. I got there in time for the f...
I have a saying, “the tough ones a… back.” but Vera was kinder than most, and so I was surprised when she arrived that night
Either peace or happiness, let it enfold you when I was a young man I felt these things were dumb, unsophisticated.
my goldfish stares with watery eye… into the hemisphere of my sorrow; upon the thinnest of threads we hang together, hang hang hang
here I am in the ground my mouth open and
had her for 3 units and at mid-term she’d read off how many assignment… stories had been turned in:
almost dawn blackbirds on the telephone wire waiting as I eat yesterday’s forgotten sandwich
our marriage book, it says. I look through it. they lasted ten years. they were young once.