#AmericanWriters
It seemed like years before I picked a bouquet
It’s a star that looks like a poker game above the mountains of eastern Oregon. There are three men playing.
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—
Ah, you’re just a copy of all the candy bars I’ve ever eaten.
Spinning like a ghost on the bottom of a top, I’m haunted by all the space that I
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…
Sometimes life is merely a matter… affords. I once read something abo… it stimulates all the organs. I thought at first this was a stra… as time goes by I have found out t…
Driving through hot brushy country the late autumn, I saw a hawk crucified on a
Oh, pretty girl, you have trapped yourself in the wrong body.Twenty extra pounds hang like a lumpy tapestry on your perfect mammal na… Three months ago you were like a
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.
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
The Galilee Hitch-Hiker Part 1 Baudelaire was driving a Model A across Galilee.
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…
I go to bed in Los Angeles thinki… about you.
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…