#AmericanWriters
Do you think of me as often as I think of you?
There are doors that want to be free from their hinges to fly with perfect clouds. There are windows
It’s a star that looks like a poker game above the mountains of eastern Oregon. There are three men playing.
Driving through hot brushy country the late autumn, I saw a hawk crucified on a
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.
Hinged to forgetfulness like a door, she slowly closed out of sight, and she was the woman I loved,
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…
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 PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, th… lake promised us eternity, but the… thousands of silly minnows, swimmi…
Spinning like a ghost on the bottom of a top, I’m haunted by all the space that I
I don’t care how God-damn smart these guys are: I’m bored. It’s been raining like hell all da… and there’s nothing to do.
O beautiful was the werewolf in his evil forest. We took him to the carnival
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…
With his hat on he’s about five inches taller than a taxicab.