#AmericanWriters
A girl in a green mini– skirt, not very pretty, walks down the street.
O beautiful was the werewolf in his evil forest. We took him to the carnival
There are no postage stamps that s… back to England three centuries ag… no postage stamps that make letter… travel back until the grave hasn’t… and John Donne stands looking out…
Hinged to forgetfulness like a door, she slowly closed out of sight, and she was the woman I loved,
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.
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…
Do you think of me as often as I think of you?
It’s so nice to wake up in the morning all alone and not have to tell somebody you love them
La voyageuse qui traverse les Hal… Marchait sur la pointe des pieds Le désespoir roulait au ciel ses g… Et dans le sac à main il y avait… Que seule a respiré la marraine de…
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, th… lake promised us eternity, but the… thousands of silly minnows, swimmi…
The Galilee Hitch-Hiker Part 1 Baudelaire was driving a Model A across Galilee.
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…
Three crates of Private Eye Lett… the name and drawing of a detectiv… with magnifying glass on the sides of the crates of lettuce, form a great cross in man’s imagin…
Thinking hard about you I got on the bus and paid 30 cents car fare and asked the driver for two trans… before discovering
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—
