#AmericanWriters
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…
Just because people love your mind, doesn’t mean they have to have your body,
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…
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…
The petals of the vagina unfold like Christofer Columbus taking off his shoes. Is there anything more beautiful than the bow of a ship
Yup. A long lazy September look in the mirror say it’s true. I’m 31
ZAP! unlaid / 20 days
The Galilee Hitch-Hiker Part 1 Baudelaire was driving a Model A across Galilee.
A piece of green pepper fell off the wooden salad bowl: so what?
THE AUTOPSY OF TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA This is the autopsy of Trout Fish… Fishing in America had been Lord… Missolonghi, Greece, and afterwar…
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—
Forget love I want to die in your yellow hair
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
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…
A girl in a green mini– skirt, not very pretty, walks down the street.