#AmericanWriters
Driving through hot brushy country the late autumn, I saw a hawk crucified on a
There are no postage stamps that s… back to England three centuries ag… no postage stamps that make letter… travel back until the grave hasn’t… and John Donne stands looking out…
It seemed like years before I picked a bouquet
There are doors that want to be free from their hinges to fly with perfect clouds. There are windows
I like to think (and the sooner the better!) of a cybernetic meadow where mammals and computers live together in mutually
Just because people love your mind, doesn’t mean they have to have your body,
SANDBOX MINUS JOHN DILLINGER EQUALS WHAT? Often I return to the cover of Tr… took the baby and went down there… watering the cover with big revolv…
Oh, Marcia, I want your long blonde beauty to be taught in high school, so kids will learn that God lives like music in the skin
We stopped at perfect days and got out of the car. The wind glanced at her hair. It was as simple as that. I turned to say something—
ANOTHER METHOD OF MAKING WALNUT CATSUP And this is a very small cookbook… as if Trout Fishing in America we… Trout Fishing in America had Mar…
ZAP! unlaid / 20 days
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing… boards across the creek. That was… The boards dammed up the creek eno… bathtub there, and the creek flowe…
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.
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…
It’s a star that looks like a poker game above the mountains of eastern Oregon. There are three men playing.