#AmericanWriters
Driving through hot brushy country the late autumn, I saw a hawk crucified on a
I feel horrible. She doesn’t love me and I wander around like a sewing machine that’s just finished sewing a turd to a garbage can lid.
This poem was found written on a p… Brautigan in a laundromat in San…
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—
When you take your pill it’s like a mine disaster. I think of all the people lost inside of you.
Forget love I want to die in your yellow hair
I like to think (and the sooner the better!) of a cybernetic meadow where mammals and computers live together in mutually
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 ...
Yup. A long lazy September look in the mirror say it’s true. I’m 31
ZAP! unlaid / 20 days
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…
A girl in a green mini– skirt, not very pretty, walks down the street.
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, th… lake promised us eternity, but the… thousands of silly minnows, swimmi…
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 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