#AmericanWriters
Hinged to forgetfulness like a door, she slowly closed out of sight, and she was the woman I loved,
Driving through hot brushy country the late autumn, I saw a hawk crucified on a
I am standing in the cemetery at… What did Judy say? ‘God-forsaken… A very old man who has cancer on h… care of the cemetery, is raking a… manner as to almost (polish it lik…
Thinking hard about you I got on the bus and paid 30 cents car fare and asked the driver for two trans… before discovering
It’s a star that looks like a poker game above the mountains of eastern Oregon. There are three men playing.
This poem was found written on a p… Brautigan in a laundromat in San…
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.
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…
Everybody wants to go to bed with everybody else, they’re lined up for blocks, so I’ll go to bed with you. They won’t miss us.
A girl in a green mini– skirt, not very pretty, walks down the street.
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
It seemed like years before I picked a bouquet
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—
When you take your pill it’s like a mine disaster. I think of all the people lost inside of you.
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…