#AmericanWriters
Just because people love your mind, doesn’t mean they have to have your body,
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…
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
Forget love I want to die in your yellow hair
Thinking hard about you I got on the bus and paid 30 cents car fare and asked the driver for two trans… before discovering
I like to think (and the sooner the better!) of a cybernetic meadow where mammals and computers live together in mutually
La voyageuse qui traverse les Hal… Marchait sur la pointe des pieds Le désespoir roulait au ciel ses g… Et dans le sac à main il y avait… Que seule a respiré la marraine de…
There are doors that want to be free from their hinges to fly with perfect clouds. There are windows
A piece of green pepper fell off the wooden salad bowl: so what?
Driving through hot brushy country the late autumn, I saw a hawk crucified on a
When you take your pill it’s like a mine disaster. I think of all the people lost inside of you.
We left Little Redfish for Lake Josephus, traveling along the good names ' from Stanley to Capehorn to Seafoam to the Rapid River, up Float Creek, past the Greyhound Mine and then to ...
A girl in a green mini– skirt, not very pretty, walks down the street.
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, th… lake promised us eternity, but the… thousands of silly minnows, swimmi…
I go to bed in Los Angeles thinki… about you.