#AmericanWriters #Suicide
Spinning like a ghost on the bottom of a top, I’m haunted by all the space that I
I don’t know what it is, but I distrust myself when I start to like a girl a lot.
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…
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...
ANOTHER METHOD OF MAKING WALNUT CATSUP And this is a very small cookbook… as if Trout Fishing in America we… Trout Fishing in America had Mar…
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…
I like to think (and the sooner the better!) of a cybernetic meadow where mammals and computers live together in mutually
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…
Hinged to forgetfulness like a door, she slowly closed out of sight, and she was the woman I loved,
Driving through hot brushy country the late autumn, I saw a hawk crucified on a
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.
A girl in a green mini– skirt, not very pretty, walks down the street.
O beautiful was the werewolf in his evil forest. We took him to the carnival
Everybody wants to go to bed with everybody else, they’re lined up for blocks, so I’ll go to bed with you. They won’t miss us.
There are doors that want to be free from their hinges to fly with perfect clouds. There are windows
