#AmericanWriters
With the rain falling surgically against the roof, I ate a dish of ice cream that looked like Kafka’s hat.
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.
Do you think of me as often as I think of you?
Just because people love your mind, doesn’t mean they have to have your body,
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 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.
It’s a star that looks like a poker game above the mountains of eastern Oregon. There are three men playing.
A girl in a green mini– skirt, not very pretty, walks down the street.
With his hat on he’s about five inches taller than a taxicab.
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…
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…
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…
Driving through hot brushy country the late autumn, I saw a hawk crucified on a
she tries to get things out of men that she can’t get because she’s not 15% prettier
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…