#AmericanWriters
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…
La voyageuse qui traverse les Hal… Marchait sur la pointe des pieds Le désespoir roulait au ciel ses g… Et dans le sac à main il y avait… Que seule a respiré la marraine de…
It’s night
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.
Thinking hard about you I got on the bus and paid 30 cents car fare and asked the driver for two trans… before discovering
I go to bed in Los Angeles thinki… about you.
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.
Hinged to forgetfulness like a door, she slowly closed out of sight, and she was the woman I loved,
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…
she tries to get things out of men that she can’t get because she’s not 15% prettier
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
Driving through hot brushy country the late autumn, I saw a hawk crucified on a
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—
With his hat on he’s about five inches taller than a taxicab.