#AmericanWriters #Suicide
Spinning like a ghost on the bottom of a top, I’m haunted by all the space that I
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, th… lake promised us eternity, but the… thousands of silly minnows, swimmi…
It seemed like years before I picked a bouquet
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…
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
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.
At 1:30 in the morning a fart smells like a marriage between an avocado and a fish head. I have to get out of bed to write this down without
I don’t know what it is, but I distrust myself when I start to like a girl a lot.
There are doors that want to be free from their hinges to fly with perfect clouds. There are windows
The sweet juices of your mouth are like castles bathed in honey. I’ve never had it done so gently b… You have put a circle of castles around my penis and you swirl them
A girl in a green mini– skirt, not very pretty, walks down the street.
Oh, Marcia, I want your long blonde beauty to be taught in high school, so kids will learn that God lives like music in the skin
Ah, you’re just a copy of all the candy bars I’ve ever eaten.
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...
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…
