#AmericanWriters
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.
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…
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…
It seemed like years before I picked a bouquet
I am standing in the cemetery at… What did Judy say? ‘God-forsaken… A very old man who has cancer on h… care of the cemetery, is raking a… manner as to almost (polish it lik…
THE AUTOPSY OF TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA This is the autopsy of Trout Fish… Fishing in America had been Lord… Missolonghi, Greece, and afterwar…
Oh, pretty girl, you have trapped yourself in the wrong body.Twenty extra pounds hang like a lumpy tapestry on your perfect mammal na… Three months ago you were like a
Ah, you’re just a copy of all the candy bars I’ve ever eaten.
I like to think (and the sooner the better!) of a cybernetic meadow where mammals and computers live together in mutually
A piece of green pepper fell off the wooden salad bowl: so what?
It’s night
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 ...
Thinking hard about you I got on the bus and paid 30 cents car fare and asked the driver for two trans… before discovering
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…
Forget love I want to die in your yellow hair