#AmericanWriters
Spinning like a ghost on the bottom of a top, I’m haunted by all the space that I
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…
Less time than it takes to say it,… of everything, there you have it.… as my fingers and some others; I’v… were willing to accpet them. I’ve… longer know what to think of suici…
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
O beautiful was the werewolf in his evil forest. We took him to the carnival
The sweet juices of your mouth are like castles bathed in honey. I’ve never had it done so gently b… You have put a circle of castles around my penis and you swirl them
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…
The Galilee Hitch-Hiker Part 1 Baudelaire was driving a Model A across Galilee.
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
It’s a star that looks like a poker game above the mountains of eastern Oregon. There are three men playing.
At 1:30 in the morning a fart smells like a marriage between an avocado and a fish head. I have to get out of bed to write this down without
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 feel horrible. She doesn’t love me and I wander around like a sewing machine that’s just finished sewing a turd to a garbage can lid.
I like to think (and the sooner the better!) of a cybernetic meadow where mammals and computers live together in mutually
A girl in a green mini– skirt, not very pretty, walks down the street.