#AmericanWriters
There are doors that want to be free from their hinges to fly with perfect clouds. There are windows
Do you think of me as often as I think of you?
With his hat on he’s about five inches taller than a taxicab.
A girl in a green mini– skirt, not very pretty, walks down the street.
I live in the Twentieth Century and you lie here beside me. You were unhappy when you fell asleep. There was nothing I could do abou… it. I felt hopeless. Your face
It’s night
The petals of the vagina unfold like Christofer Columbus taking off his shoes. Is there anything more beautiful than the bow of a ship
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…
If I were to live my life in catfish forms in scaffolds of skin and whiskers at the bottom of a pond and you were to come by
Just because people love your mind, doesn’t mean they have to have your body,
A RETURN TO THE COVER OF THIS BOOK Dear Trout Fishing in America: I met your friend Fritz in Washin… to tell you that his case went to…
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…
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…
A piece of green pepper fell off the wooden salad bowl: so what?
