#AmericanWriters
It’s a star that looks like a poker game above the mountains of eastern Oregon. There are three men playing.
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…
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, th… lake promised us eternity, but the… thousands of silly minnows, swimmi…
A trout-colored wind blows through my eyes, through my finger… and I remember how the trout used to hide from the dinosaurs when they came to drink at the riv…
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…
ZAP! unlaid / 20 days
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…
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…
With the rain falling surgically against the roof, I ate a dish of ice cream that looked like Kafka’s hat.
Thinking hard about you I got on the bus and paid 30 cents car fare and asked the driver for two trans… before discovering
I go to bed in Los Angeles thinki… about you.
Just because people love your mind, doesn’t mean they have to have your body,
Sometimes life is merely a matter… affords. I once read something abo… it stimulates all the organs. I thought at first this was a stra… as time goes by I have found out t…
O beautiful was the werewolf in his evil forest. We took him to the carnival
A piece of green pepper fell off the wooden salad bowl: so what?
