#AmericanWriters
With the rain falling surgically against the roof, I ate a dish of ice cream that looked like Kafka’s hat.
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, th… lake promised us eternity, but the… thousands of silly minnows, swimmi…
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…
I like to think (and the sooner the better!) of a cybernetic meadow where mammals and computers live together in mutually
she tries to get things out of men that she can’t get because she’s not 15% prettier
THE AUTOPSY OF TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA This is the autopsy of Trout Fish… Fishing in America had been Lord… Missolonghi, Greece, and afterwar…
I don’t know what it is, but I distrust myself when I start to like a girl a lot.
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…
ZAP! unlaid / 20 days
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…
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing… boards across the creek. That was… The boards dammed up the creek eno… bathtub there, and the creek flowe…
A girl in a green mini– skirt, not very pretty, walks down the street.
Yup. A long lazy September look in the mirror say it’s true. I’m 31
It’s so nice to wake up in the morning all alone and not have to tell somebody you love them
I feel horrible. She doesn’t love me and I wander around like a sewing machine that’s just finished sewing a turd to a garbage can lid.