#Americans #Suicide
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, th… lake promised us eternity, but the… thousands of silly minnows, swimmi…
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…
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…
It’s a star that looks like a poker game above the mountains of eastern Oregon. There are three men playing.
It’s night
I go to bed in Los Angeles thinki… about you.
There are no postage stamps that s… back to England three centuries ag… no postage stamps that make letter… travel back until the grave hasn’t… and John Donne stands looking out…
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…
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…
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
A piece of green pepper fell off the wooden salad bowl: so what?
For Marcia
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.
With his hat on he’s about five inches taller than a taxicab.
