#AmericanWriters
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 ...
It seemed like years before I picked a bouquet
When you take your pill it’s like a mine disaster. I think of all the people lost inside of you.
Oh, Marcia, I want your long blonde beauty to be taught in high school, so kids will learn that God lives like music in the skin
With his hat on he’s about five inches taller than a taxicab.
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
It’s night
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…
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—
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
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
I go to bed in Los Angeles thinki… about you.
It’s so nice to wake up in the morning all alone and not have to tell somebody you love them
ZAP! unlaid / 20 days
If you will die for me, I will die for you and our graves will be like two lo… their clothes together in a laundromat