#AmericanWriters
The sweet juices of your mouth are like castles bathed in honey. I’ve never had it done so gently b… You have put a circle of castles around my penis and you swirl them
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…
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 like to think (and the sooner the better!) of a cybernetic meadow where mammals and computers live together in mutually
Spinning like a ghost on the bottom of a top, I’m haunted by all the space that I
Hinged to forgetfulness like a door, she slowly closed out of sight, and she was the woman I loved,
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…
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, 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
With the rain falling surgically against the roof, I ate a dish of ice cream that looked like Kafka’s hat.
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.
THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by littl… too close together. The creek was… booths in a row with high Victoria… taken off and all the backs of the…
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.
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…