#AmericanWriters
Thinking hard about you I got on the bus and paid 30 cents car fare and asked the driver for two trans… before discovering
SEA, SEA RIDER The man who owned the bookstore wa… three-legged crow on the dandelion… He was, of course, a Jew, a retir… who had been torpedoed in the Nort…
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…
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
With his hat on he’s about five inches taller than a taxicab.
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.
It’s so nice to wake up in the morning all alone and not have to tell somebody you love them
I like to think (and the sooner the better!) of a cybernetic meadow where mammals and computers live together in mutually
We left Little Redfish for Lake Josephus, traveling along the good names ' from Stanley to Capehorn to Seafoam to the Rapid River, up Float Creek, past the Greyhound Mine and then to ...
I go to bed in Los Angeles thinki… about you.
It seemed like years before I picked a bouquet
The Galilee Hitch-Hiker Part 1 Baudelaire was driving a Model A across Galilee.
THE AUTOPSY OF TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA This is the autopsy of Trout Fish… Fishing in America had been Lord… Missolonghi, Greece, and afterwar…
It’s night
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, th… lake promised us eternity, but the… thousands of silly minnows, swimmi…