#AmericanWriters
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, th… lake promised us eternity, but the… thousands of silly minnows, swimmi…
With the rain falling surgically against the roof, I ate a dish of ice cream that looked like Kafka’s hat.
she tries to get things out of men that she can’t get because she’s not 15% prettier
Forget love I want to die in your yellow hair
The sweet juices of your mouth are like castles bathed in honey. I’ve never had it done so gently b… You have put a circle of castles around my penis and you swirl them
SEA, SEA RIDER The man who owned the bookstore wa… three-legged crow on the dandelion… He was, of course, a Jew, a retir… who had been torpedoed in the Nort…
Spinning like a ghost on the bottom of a top, I’m haunted by all the space that I
I walked across the park to the fe… It was in the center of a glass sq… by red flowers and fountains. The… was in the shape of a sea horse an… We got hot and died.
It’s a star that looks like a poker game above the mountains of eastern Oregon. There are three men playing.
It’s night
I feel horrible. She doesn’t love me and I wander around like a sewing machine that’s just finished sewing a turd to a garbage can lid.
A RETURN TO THE COVER OF THIS BOOK Dear Trout Fishing in America: I met your friend Fritz in Washin… to tell you that his case went to…
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHI… IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter t… trout fishing in America peace par… of red stickers printed and they p…
Ah, you’re just a copy of all the candy bars I’ve ever eaten.
Just because people love your mind, doesn’t mean they have to have your body,