#AmericanWriters
Driving through hot brushy country the late autumn, I saw a hawk crucified on a
A trout-colored wind blows through my eyes, through my finger… and I remember how the trout used to hide from the dinosaurs when they came to drink at the riv…
SANDBOX MINUS JOHN DILLINGER EQUALS WHAT? Often I return to the cover of Tr… took the baby and went down there… watering the cover with big revolv…
O beautiful was the werewolf in his evil forest. We took him to the carnival
For Marcia
THE AUTOPSY OF TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA This is the autopsy of Trout Fish… Fishing in America had been Lord… Missolonghi, Greece, and afterwar…
Spinning like a ghost on the bottom of a top, I’m haunted by all the space that I
Forget love I want to die in your yellow hair
Just because people love your mind, doesn’t mean they have to have your body,
It’s night
Hinged to forgetfulness like a door, she slowly closed out of sight, and she was the woman I loved,
At 1:30 in the morning a fart smells like a marriage between an avocado and a fish head. I have to get out of bed to write this down without
Yup. A long lazy September look in the mirror say it’s true. I’m 31
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 ...
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