#AmericanWriters
Sometimes life is merely a matter… affords. I once read something abo… it stimulates all the organs. I thought at first this was a stra… as time goes by I have found out t…
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
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—
I don’t care how God-damn smart these guys are: I’m bored. It’s been raining like hell all da… and there’s nothing to do.
It’s night
A piece of green pepper fell off the wooden salad bowl: so what?
With his hat on he’s about five inches taller than a taxicab.
O beautiful was the werewolf in his evil forest. We took him to the carnival
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…
The Galilee Hitch-Hiker Part 1 Baudelaire was driving a Model A across Galilee.
Driving through hot brushy country the late autumn, I saw a hawk crucified on a
There are doors that want to be free from their hinges to fly with perfect clouds. There are windows
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…
Just because people love your mind, doesn’t mean they have to have your body,
We left Little Redfish for Lake Josephus, traveling along the good names ' from Stanley to Capehorn to Seafoam to the Rapid River, up Float Creek, past the Greyhound Mine and then to ...