#AmericanWriters
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—
THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by littl… too close together. The creek was… booths in a row with high Victoria… taken off and all the backs of the…
Just because people love your mind, doesn’t mean they have to have your body,
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…
The Galilee Hitch-Hiker Part 1 Baudelaire was driving a Model A across Galilee.
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…
I sit here, an arch-villain of rom… thinking about you. Gee, I’m sorr… I made you unhappy, but there was… I could do about it because I hav… Perhaps everything would have been…
Driving through hot brushy country the late autumn, I saw a hawk crucified on a
O beautiful was the werewolf in his evil forest. We took him to the carnival
The sweet juices of your mouth are like castles bathed in honey. I’ve never had it done so gently b… You have put a circle of castles around my penis and you swirl them
Forget love I want to die in your yellow hair
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…
It seemed like years before I picked a bouquet
Hinged to forgetfulness like a door, she slowly closed out of sight, and she was the woman I loved,
ZAP! unlaid / 20 days
