#AmericanWriters
SEA, SEA RIDER The man who owned the bookstore wa… three-legged crow on the dandelion… He was, of course, a Jew, a retir… who had been torpedoed in the Nort…
ZAP! unlaid / 20 days
Just because people love your mind, doesn’t mean they have to have your body,
Forget love I want to die in your yellow hair
I sit here, an arch-villain of rom… thinking about you. Gee, I’m sorr… I made you unhappy, but there was… I could do about it because I hav… Perhaps everything would have been…
When you take your pill it’s like a mine disaster. I think of all the people lost inside of you.
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHI… IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter t… trout fishing in America peace par… of red stickers printed and they p…
Spinning like a ghost on the bottom of a top, I’m haunted by all the space that I
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…
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
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.
There are doors that want to be free from their hinges to fly with perfect clouds. There are windows
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 ...
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…
Driving through hot brushy country the late autumn, I saw a hawk crucified on a