#AmericanWriters
I don’t know what it is, but I distrust myself when I start to like a girl a lot.
The petals of the vagina unfold like Christofer Columbus taking off his shoes. Is there anything more beautiful than the bow of a ship
This poem was found written on a p… Brautigan in a laundromat in San…
It’s a star that looks like a poker game above the mountains of eastern Oregon. There are three men playing.
she tries to get things out of men that she can’t get because she’s not 15% prettier
It seemed like years before I picked a bouquet
Just because people love your mind, doesn’t mean they have to have your body,
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
For Marcia
A girl in a green mini– skirt, not very pretty, walks down the street.
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, th… lake promised us eternity, but the… thousands of silly minnows, swimmi…
Spinning like a ghost on the bottom of a top, I’m haunted by all the space that I
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
A RETURN TO THE COVER OF THIS BOOK Dear Trout Fishing in America: I met your friend Fritz in Washin… to tell you that his case went to…
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—
