#AmericanWriters
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
I don’t know what it is, but I distrust myself when I start to like a girl a lot.
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…
Three crates of Private Eye Lett… the name and drawing of a detectiv… with magnifying glass on the sides of the crates of lettuce, form a great cross in man’s imagin…
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.
Thinking hard about you I got on the bus and paid 30 cents car fare and asked the driver for two trans… before discovering
It’s night
THE COVER FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA The cover for Trout Fishing in A… late in the afternoon, a photograp… statue in San Francisco’s Washing…
A girl in a green mini– skirt, not very pretty, walks down the street.
It’s a star that looks like a poker game above the mountains of eastern Oregon. There are three men playing.
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
Driving through hot brushy country the late autumn, I saw a hawk crucified on a
I live in the Twentieth Century and you lie here beside me. You were unhappy when you fell asleep. There was nothing I could do abou… it. I felt hopeless. Your face
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…
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…