#AmericanWriters
hooray say the roses, today is bla… and we are red as blood. hooray say the roses, today is Wed… and we bloom wher soldiers fell and lovers too,
never even in calmer times have I ever dreamed of bicycling through that
The next day we picked up some of her stuff at this motel. There was a little dark guy in there with a wart on the side of his nose. He looked dangerous. Hector was sitting on the edge ...
they photograph you on your porch and on your couch and standing in the courtyard or leaning against your car these photographers
my friend is worried about dying he lives in Frisco I live in L.A. he goes to the gym and works with the iron and hits
as I go to the escalator young fellow and a lovely young gi… are ahead of me. her pants, her blouse are skintigh… as we ascend
I met a genius on the train today about 6 years old, he sat beside me and as the train
During the second and third grades I still didn’t get a chance to play baseball but I knew that somehow I was developing into a player. If I ever got a bat in my hands again I knew I wo...
one of Lorca’s best lines is, “agony, always agony ...” think of this when you
you won’t see them often for wherever the crowd is they are not. those odd ones, not
it’s unfortunate, and simply not the style, but I don’t care: girls remind me of hair in the sink, girls remind me of intestines and bladders and excretory movements; it’s unfortunate a...
the kid went back to New York Cit… he met in a kibbutz. he left his mother at the age of 32, a well-kept fellow, sense of h… wore the same pair of shorts
We got back to 1010. I had my check. I’d left word that we didn’t want to be disturbed. Tammie and I sat drinking. I’d read 5 or 6 love poems about her. “They knew who I was,” she said....
this Friday night the Mexican girls at the Catholic… look especially good their husbands are in the bars and the Mexican girls look young
a single dog walking alone on a hot sidewalk of summer appears to have the power of ten thousand gods.