#AmericanWriters
It’s so nice to wake up in the morning all alone and not have to tell somebody you love them
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
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…
A girl in a green mini– skirt, not very pretty, walks down the street.
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…
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…
There are doors that want to be free from their hinges to fly with perfect clouds. There are windows
ZAP! unlaid / 20 days
For Marcia
When you take your pill it’s like a mine disaster. I think of all the people lost inside of you.
The Galilee Hitch-Hiker Part 1 Baudelaire was driving a Model A across Galilee.
It’s a star that looks like a poker game above the mountains of eastern Oregon. There are three men playing.
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—
THE COVER FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA The cover for Trout Fishing in A… late in the afternoon, a photograp… statue in San Francisco’s Washing…
A piece of green pepper fell off the wooden salad bowl: so what?