#AmericanWriters
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
A piece of green pepper fell off the wooden salad bowl: so what?
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…
Hinged to forgetfulness like a door, she slowly closed out of sight, and she was the woman I loved,
I like to think (and the sooner the better!) of a cybernetic meadow where mammals and computers live together in mutually
Oh, Marcia, I want your long blonde beauty to be taught in high school, so kids will learn that God lives like music in the skin
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 ...
Yup. A long lazy September look in the mirror say it’s true. I’m 31
It seemed like years before I picked a bouquet
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.
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…
A RETURN TO THE COVER OF THIS BOOK Dear Trout Fishing in America: I met your friend Fritz in Washin… to tell you that his case went to…
she tries to get things out of men that she can’t get because she’s not 15% prettier
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—
Do you think of me as often as I think of you?