#AmericanWriters
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…
ZAP! unlaid / 20 days
Yup. A long lazy September look in the mirror say it’s true. I’m 31
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.
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…
Hinged to forgetfulness like a door, she slowly closed out of sight, and she was the woman I loved,
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…
This poem was found written on a p… Brautigan in a laundromat in San…
I feel horrible. She doesn’t love me and I wander around like a sewing machine that’s just finished sewing a turd to a garbage can lid.
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…
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 seemed like years before I picked a bouquet
Driving through hot brushy country the late autumn, I saw a hawk crucified on a
It’s a star that looks like a poker game above the mountains of eastern Oregon. There are three men playing.
