#AmericanWriters #Suicide
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…
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...
With his hat on he’s about five inches taller than a taxicab.
Hinged to forgetfulness like a door, she slowly closed out of sight, and she was the woman I loved,
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 don’t know what it is, but I distrust myself when I start to like a girl a lot.
With the rain falling surgically against the roof, I ate a dish of ice cream that looked like Kafka’s hat.
I go to bed in Los Angeles thinki… about you.
If I were to live my life in catfish forms in scaffolds of skin and whiskers at the bottom of a pond and you were to come by
Just because people love your mind, doesn’t mean they have to have your body,
Ah, you’re just a copy of all the candy bars I’ve ever eaten.
There are doors that want to be free from their hinges to fly with perfect clouds. There are windows
I sit here, an arch-villain of rom… thinking about you. Gee, I’m sorr… I made you unhappy, but there was… I could do about it because I hav… Perhaps everything would have been…
Oh, pretty girl, you have trapped yourself in the wrong body.Twenty extra pounds hang like a lumpy tapestry on your perfect mammal na… Three months ago you were like a