#AmericanWriters
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—
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…
It seemed like years before I picked a bouquet
With the rain falling surgically against the roof, I ate a dish of ice cream that looked like Kafka’s hat.
The Galilee Hitch-Hiker Part 1 Baudelaire was driving a Model A across Galilee.
ZAP! unlaid / 20 days
It’s night
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.
The petals of the vagina unfold like Christofer Columbus taking off his shoes. Is there anything more beautiful than the bow of a ship
Oh, Marcia, I want your long blonde beauty to be taught in high school, so kids will learn that God lives like music in the skin
It’s a star that looks like a poker game above the mountains of eastern Oregon. There are three men playing.
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…
Yup. A long lazy September look in the mirror say it’s true. I’m 31
A girl in a green mini– skirt, not very pretty, walks down the street.
Hinged to forgetfulness like a door, she slowly closed out of sight, and she was the woman I loved,