#AmericanWriters
It’s a star that looks like a poker game above the mountains of eastern Oregon. There are three men playing.
ZAP! unlaid / 20 days
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…
Less time than it takes to say it,… of everything, there you have it.… as my fingers and some others; I’v… were willing to accpet them. I’ve… longer know what to think of suici…
Oh, pretty girl, you have trapped yourself in the wrong body.Twenty extra pounds hang like a lumpy tapestry on your perfect mammal na… Three months ago you were like a
Hinged to forgetfulness like a door, she slowly closed out of sight, and she was the woman I loved,
Just because people love your mind, doesn’t mean they have to have your body,
The petals of the vagina unfold like Christofer Columbus taking off his shoes. Is there anything more beautiful than the bow of a ship
Ah, you’re just a copy of all the candy bars I’ve ever eaten.
For Marcia
With the rain falling surgically against the roof, I ate a dish of ice cream that looked like Kafka’s hat.
There are doors that want to be free from their hinges to fly with perfect clouds. There are windows
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…
THE AUTOPSY OF TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA This is the autopsy of Trout Fish… Fishing in America had been Lord… Missolonghi, Greece, and afterwar…
A girl in a green mini– skirt, not very pretty, walks down the street.