#AmericanWriters #Suicide
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…
Driving through hot brushy country the late autumn, I saw a hawk crucified on a
For Marcia
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHI… IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter t… trout fishing in America peace par… of red stickers printed and they p…
There are doors that want to be free from their hinges to fly with perfect clouds. There are windows
Just because people love your mind, doesn’t mean they have to have your body,
Forget love I want to die in your yellow hair
It seemed like years before I picked a bouquet
Less time than it takes to say it,… of everything, there you have it.… as my fingers and some others; I’v… were willing to accpet them. I’ve… longer know what to think of suici…
A girl in a green mini– skirt, not very pretty, walks down the street.
Thinking hard about you I got on the bus and paid 30 cents car fare and asked the driver for two trans… before discovering
Yup. A long lazy September look in the mirror say it’s true. I’m 31
It’s night
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…
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...
