#AmericanWriters
Forget love I want to die in your yellow hair
For Marcia
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…
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing… boards across the creek. That was… The boards dammed up the creek eno… bathtub there, and the creek flowe…
I like to think (and the sooner the better!) of a cybernetic meadow where mammals and computers live together in mutually
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, 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
I lift the toliet seat as if it were the nest of a bird and I see cat tracks all around the edge of the bowl.
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…
It’s so nice to wake up in the morning all alone and not have to tell somebody you love them
THE AUTOPSY OF TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA This is the autopsy of Trout Fish… Fishing in America had been Lord… Missolonghi, Greece, and afterwar…
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…
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
Driving through hot brushy country the late autumn, I saw a hawk crucified on a