#AmericanWriters
Driving through hot brushy country the late autumn, I saw a hawk crucified on a
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, th… lake promised us eternity, but the… thousands of silly minnows, swimmi…
Yup. A long lazy September look in the mirror say it’s true. I’m 31
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…
I like to think (and the sooner the better!) of a cybernetic meadow where mammals and computers live together in mutually
When you take your pill it’s like a mine disaster. I think of all the people lost inside of you.
THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by littl… too close together. The creek was… booths in a row with high Victoria… taken off and all the backs of the…
It’s night
We left Little Redfish for Lake Josephus, traveling along the good names ' from Stanley to Capehorn to Seafoam to the Rapid River, up Float Creek, past the Greyhound Mine and then to ...
Forget love I want to die in your yellow hair
The Galilee Hitch-Hiker Part 1 Baudelaire was driving a Model A across Galilee.
If I were to live my life in catfish forms in scaffolds of skin and whiskers at the bottom of a pond and you were to come by
For Marcia
La voyageuse qui traverse les Hal… Marchait sur la pointe des pieds Le désespoir roulait au ciel ses g… Et dans le sac à main il y avait… Que seule a respiré la marraine de…
If you will die for me, I will die for you and our graves will be like two lo… their clothes together in a laundromat