#AmericanWriters
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…
O beautiful was the werewolf in his evil forest. We took him to the carnival
It seemed like years before I picked a bouquet
I like to think (and the sooner the better!) of a cybernetic meadow where mammals and computers live together in mutually
Ah, you’re just a copy of all the candy bars I’ve ever eaten.
Spinning like a ghost on the bottom of a top, I’m haunted by all the space that I
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…
At 1:30 in the morning a fart smells like a marriage between an avocado and a fish head. I have to get out of bed to write this down without
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…
A girl in a green mini– skirt, not very pretty, walks down the street.
I don’t know what it is, but I distrust myself when I start to like a girl a lot.
There are doors that want to be free from their hinges to fly with perfect clouds. There are windows
The Galilee Hitch-Hiker Part 1 Baudelaire was driving a Model A across Galilee.
It’s night
A RETURN TO THE COVER OF THIS BOOK Dear Trout Fishing in America: I met your friend Fritz in Washin… to tell you that his case went to…