#AmericanWriters
Thinking hard about you I got on the bus and paid 30 cents car fare and asked the driver for two trans… before discovering
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…
A trout-colored wind blows through my eyes, through my finger… and I remember how the trout used to hide from the dinosaurs when they came to drink at the riv…
I like to think (and the sooner the better!) of a cybernetic meadow where mammals and computers live together in mutually
I go to bed in Los Angeles thinki… about you.
It seemed like years before I picked a bouquet
For Marcia
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…
Forget love I want to die in your yellow hair
Driving through hot brushy country the late autumn, I saw a hawk crucified on a
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 walked across the park to the fe… It was in the center of a glass sq… by red flowers and fountains. The… was in the shape of a sea horse an… We got hot and died.
We stopped at perfect days and got out of the car. The wind glanced at her hair. It was as simple as that. I turned to say something—
O beautiful was the werewolf in his evil forest. We took him to the carnival