#AmericanWriters #Suicide
I don’t know what it is, but I distrust myself when I start to like a girl a lot.
I go to bed in Los Angeles thinki… about you.
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…
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…
It’s so nice to wake up in the morning all alone and not have to tell somebody you love them
THE COVER FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA The cover for Trout Fishing in A… late in the afternoon, a photograp… statue in San Francisco’s Washing…
ZAP! unlaid / 20 days
It’s night
It seemed like years before I picked a bouquet
There are doors that want to be free from their hinges to fly with perfect clouds. There are windows
When you take your pill it’s like a mine disaster. I think of all the people lost inside of you.
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.
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…
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, th… lake promised us eternity, but the… thousands of silly minnows, swimmi…
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
