#AmericanWriters
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 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.
I go to bed in Los Angeles thinki… about you.
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…
I walked across the park to the fe… It was in the center of a glass sq… by red flowers and fountains. The… was in the shape of a sea horse an… We got hot and died.
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, th… lake promised us eternity, but the… thousands of silly minnows, swimmi…
Oh, Marcia, I want your long blonde beauty to be taught in high school, so kids will learn that God lives like music in the skin
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
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—
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…
O beautiful was the werewolf in his evil forest. We took him to the carnival
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…
It’s so nice to wake up in the morning all alone and not have to tell somebody you love them
Spinning like a ghost on the bottom of a top, I’m haunted by all the space that I
I like to think (and the sooner the better!) of a cybernetic meadow where mammals and computers live together in mutually