#AmericanWriters
A piece of green pepper fell off the wooden salad bowl: so what?
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…
I feel horrible. She doesn’t love me and I wander around like a sewing machine that’s just finished sewing a turd to a garbage can lid.
When you take your pill it’s like a mine disaster. I think of all the people lost inside of you.
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
The Galilee Hitch-Hiker Part 1 Baudelaire was driving a Model A across Galilee.
With the rain falling surgically against the roof, I ate a dish of ice cream that looked like Kafka’s hat.
THE AUTOPSY OF TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA This is the autopsy of Trout Fish… Fishing in America had been Lord… Missolonghi, Greece, and afterwar…
I go to bed in Los Angeles thinki… about you.
This poem was found written on a p… Brautigan in a laundromat in San…
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…
ZAP! unlaid / 20 days
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…
ANOTHER METHOD OF MAKING WALNUT CATSUP And this is a very small cookbook… as if Trout Fishing in America we… Trout Fishing in America had Mar…
It’s night