#AmericanWriters
SANDBOX MINUS JOHN DILLINGER EQUALS WHAT? Often I return to the cover of Tr… took the baby and went down there… watering the cover with big revolv…
A piece of green pepper fell off the wooden salad bowl: so what?
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
I don’t know what it is, but I distrust myself when I start to like a girl a lot.
When you take your pill it’s like a mine disaster. I think of all the people lost inside of you.
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 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…
Forget love I want to die in your yellow hair
There are doors that want to be free from their hinges to fly with perfect clouds. There are windows
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…
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
I like to think (and the sooner the better!) of a cybernetic meadow where mammals and computers live together in mutually
It’s a star that looks like a poker game above the mountains of eastern Oregon. There are three men playing.
I lift the toliet seat as if it were the nest of a bird and I see cat tracks all around the edge of the bowl.
Hinged to forgetfulness like a door, she slowly closed out of sight, and she was the woman I loved,