#AmericanWriters #Suicide
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.
There are doors that want to be free from their hinges to fly with perfect clouds. There are windows
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
Hinged to forgetfulness like a door, she slowly closed out of sight, and she was the woman I loved,
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…
Yup. A long lazy September look in the mirror say it’s true. I’m 31
I like to think (and the sooner the better!) of a cybernetic meadow where mammals and computers live together in mutually
she tries to get things out of men that she can’t get because she’s not 15% prettier
Ah, you’re just a copy of all the candy bars I’ve ever eaten.
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…
Forget love I want to die in your yellow hair
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
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…
For Marcia
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, th… lake promised us eternity, but the… thousands of silly minnows, swimmi…
