#AmericanWriters
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…
Driving through hot brushy country the late autumn, I saw a hawk crucified on a
Yup. A long lazy September look in the mirror say it’s true. I’m 31
Spinning like a ghost on the bottom of a top, I’m haunted by all the space that I
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
Everybody wants to go to bed with everybody else, they’re lined up for blocks, so I’ll go to bed with you. They won’t miss us.
Hinged to forgetfulness like a door, she slowly closed out of sight, and she was the woman I loved,
Do you think of me as often as I think of you?
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…
I live in the Twentieth Century and you lie here beside me. You were unhappy when you fell asleep. There was nothing I could do abou… it. I felt hopeless. Your face
I don’t care how God-damn smart these guys are: I’m bored. It’s been raining like hell all da… and there’s nothing to do.
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…
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.
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…
Ah, you’re just a copy of all the candy bars I’ve ever eaten.