#AmericanWriters
A piece of green pepper fell off the wooden salad bowl: so what?
O beautiful was the werewolf in his evil forest. We took him to the carnival
I don’t know what it is, but I distrust myself when I start to like a girl a lot.
Forget love I want to die in your yellow hair
I go to bed in Los Angeles thinki… about you.
The sweet juices of your mouth are like castles bathed in honey. I’ve never had it done so gently b… You have put a circle of castles around my penis and you swirl them
Driving through hot brushy country the late autumn, I saw a hawk crucified on a
A trout-colored wind blows through my eyes, through my finger… and I remember how the trout used to hide from the dinosaurs when they came to drink at the riv…
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…
I like to think (and the sooner the better!) of a cybernetic meadow where mammals and computers live together in mutually
It seemed like years before I picked a bouquet
With the rain falling surgically against the roof, I ate a dish of ice cream that looked like Kafka’s hat.
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—
she tries to get things out of men that she can’t get because she’s not 15% prettier
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…