#AmericanWriters
I go to bed in Los Angeles thinki… about you.
With the rain falling surgically against the roof, I ate a dish of ice cream that looked like Kafka’s hat.
It’s night
she tries to get things out of men that she can’t get because she’s not 15% prettier
Forget love I want to die in your yellow hair
THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by littl… too close together. The creek was… booths in a row with high Victoria… taken off and all the backs of the…
With his hat on he’s about five inches taller than a taxicab.
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHI… IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter t… trout fishing in America peace par… of red stickers printed and they p…
A piece of green pepper fell off the wooden salad bowl: so what?
Less time than it takes to say it,… of everything, there you have it.… as my fingers and some others; I’v… were willing to accpet them. I’ve… longer know what to think of suici…
I sit here, an arch-villain of rom… thinking about you. Gee, I’m sorr… I made you unhappy, but there was… I could do about it because I hav… Perhaps everything would have been…
Hinged to forgetfulness like a door, she slowly closed out of sight, and she was the woman I loved,
Driving through hot brushy country the late autumn, I saw a hawk crucified on a
Just because people love your mind, doesn’t mean they have to have your body,
I like to think (and the sooner the better!) of a cybernetic meadow where mammals and computers live together in mutually