#AmericanWriters
Forget love I want to die in your yellow hair
I don’t care how God-damn smart these guys are: I’m bored. It’s been raining like hell all da… and there’s nothing to do.
Just because people love your mind, doesn’t mean they have to have your body,
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…
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…
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…
Hinged to forgetfulness like a door, she slowly closed out of sight, and she was the woman I loved,
THE AUTOPSY OF TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA This is the autopsy of Trout Fish… Fishing in America had been Lord… Missolonghi, Greece, and afterwar…
I don’t know what it is, but I distrust myself when I start to like a girl a lot.
It seemed like years before I picked a bouquet
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…
I like to think (and the sooner the better!) of a cybernetic meadow where mammals and computers live together in mutually
There are doors that want to be free from their hinges to fly with perfect clouds. There are windows
Spinning like a ghost on the bottom of a top, I’m haunted by all the space that I
A girl in a green mini– skirt, not very pretty, walks down the street.