#AmericanWriters
It’s night
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, th… lake promised us eternity, but the… thousands of silly minnows, swimmi…
I live in the Twentieth Century and you lie here beside me. You were unhappy when you fell asleep. There was nothing I could do abou… it. I felt hopeless. Your face
For Marcia
I don’t know what it is, but I distrust myself when I start to like a girl a lot.
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…
I like to think (and the sooner the better!) of a cybernetic meadow where mammals and computers live together in mutually
At 1:30 in the morning a fart smells like a marriage between an avocado and a fish head. I have to get out of bed to write this down without
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…
The petals of the vagina unfold like Christofer Columbus taking off his shoes. Is there anything more beautiful than the bow of a ship
A girl in a green mini– skirt, not very pretty, walks down the street.
Yup. A long lazy September look in the mirror say it’s true. I’m 31
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…
The Galilee Hitch-Hiker Part 1 Baudelaire was driving a Model A across Galilee.
Just because people love your mind, doesn’t mean they have to have your body,