#AmericanWriters
she tries to get things out of men that she can’t get because she’s not 15% prettier
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—
A trout-colored wind blows through my eyes, through my finger… and I remember how the trout used to hide from the dinosaurs when they came to drink at the riv…
Everybody wants to go to bed with everybody else, they’re lined up for blocks, so I’ll go to bed with you. They won’t miss us.
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…
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…
There are doors that want to be free from their hinges to fly with perfect clouds. There are windows
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…
I sit here, an arch-villain of rom… thinking about you. Gee, I’m sorr… I made you unhappy, but there was… I could do about it because I hav… Perhaps everything would have been…
A piece of green pepper fell off the wooden salad bowl: so what?
Hinged to forgetfulness like a door, she slowly closed out of sight, and she was the woman I loved,
Driving through hot brushy country the late autumn, I saw a hawk crucified on a
Do you think of me as often as I think of you?
I am standing in the cemetery at… What did Judy say? ‘God-forsaken… A very old man who has cancer on h… care of the cemetery, is raking a… manner as to almost (polish it lik…