#AmericanWriters
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…
Yup. A long lazy September look in the mirror say it’s true. I’m 31
There are doors that want to be free from their hinges to fly with perfect clouds. There are windows
Spinning like a ghost on the bottom of a top, I’m haunted by all the space that I
I like to think (and the sooner the better!) of a cybernetic meadow where mammals and computers live together in mutually
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
It’s so nice to wake up in the morning all alone and not have to tell somebody you love them
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…
A piece of green pepper fell off the wooden salad bowl: so what?
Hinged to forgetfulness like a door, she slowly closed out of sight, and she was the woman I loved,
The Galilee Hitch-Hiker Part 1 Baudelaire was driving a Model A across Galilee.
Just because people love your mind, doesn’t mean they have to have your body,
Driving through hot brushy country the late autumn, I saw a hawk crucified on a
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.
