#AmericanWriters
There are doors that want to be free from their hinges to fly with perfect clouds. There are windows
It’s a star that looks like a poker game above the mountains of eastern Oregon. There are three men playing.
When you take your pill it’s like a mine disaster. I think of all the people lost inside of you.
I like to think (and the sooner the better!) of a cybernetic meadow where mammals and computers live together in mutually
Ah, you’re just a copy of all the candy bars I’ve ever eaten.
I don’t care how God-damn smart these guys are: I’m bored. It’s been raining like hell all da… and there’s nothing to do.
It seemed like years before I picked a bouquet
It’s night
For Marcia
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 am standing in the cemetery at… What did Judy say? ‘God-forsaken… A very old man who has cancer on h… care of the cemetery, is raking a… manner as to almost (polish it lik…
A piece of green pepper fell off the wooden salad bowl: so what?
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…
With the rain falling surgically against the roof, I ate a dish of ice cream that looked like Kafka’s hat.
I go to bed in Los Angeles thinki… about you.