#AmericanWriters
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, th… lake promised us eternity, but the… thousands of silly minnows, swimmi…
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…
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…
It’s a star that looks like a poker game above the mountains of eastern Oregon. There are three men playing.
Forget love I want to die in your yellow hair
I lift the toliet seat as if it were the nest of a bird and I see cat tracks all around the edge of the bowl.
I don’t know what it is, but I distrust myself when I start to like a girl a lot.
Thinking hard about you I got on the bus and paid 30 cents car fare and asked the driver for two trans… before discovering
A piece of green pepper fell off the wooden salad bowl: so what?
For Marcia
SANDBOX MINUS JOHN DILLINGER EQUALS WHAT? Often I return to the cover of Tr… took the baby and went down there… watering the cover with big revolv…
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 Lake...
There are no postage stamps that s… back to England three centuries ag… no postage stamps that make letter… travel back until the grave hasn’t… and John Donne stands looking out…
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