#AmericanWriters
It’s night
I feel horrible. She doesn’t love me and I wander around like a sewing machine that’s just finished sewing a turd to a garbage can lid.
For Marcia
Thinking hard about you I got on the bus and paid 30 cents car fare and asked the driver for two trans… before discovering
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…
Ah, you’re just a copy of all the candy bars I’ve ever eaten.
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—
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, 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
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…
O beautiful was the werewolf in his evil forest. We took him to the carnival
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
ANOTHER METHOD OF MAKING WALNUT CATSUP And this is a very small cookbook… as if Trout Fishing in America we… Trout Fishing in America had Mar…
If you will die for me, I will die for you and our graves will be like two lo… their clothes together in a laundromat
With his hat on he’s about five inches taller than a taxicab.