#AmericanWriters
There are doors that want to be free from their hinges to fly with perfect clouds. There are windows
THE AUTOPSY OF TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA This is the autopsy of Trout Fish… Fishing in America had been Lord… Missolonghi, Greece, and afterwar…
Do you think of me as often as I think of you?
It’s night
It’s a star that looks like a poker game above the mountains of eastern Oregon. There are three men playing.
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…
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.
I walked across the park to the fe… It was in the center of a glass sq… by red flowers and fountains. The… was in the shape of a sea horse an… We got hot and died.
The Galilee Hitch-Hiker Part 1 Baudelaire was driving a Model A across Galilee.
Just because people love your mind, doesn’t mean they have to have your body,
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…
With the rain falling surgically against the roof, I ate a dish of ice cream that looked like Kafka’s hat.
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…
I don’t know what it is, but I distrust myself when I start to like a girl a lot.
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—