#AmericanWriters
I feel horrible. She doesn’t love me and I wander around like a sewing machine that’s just finished sewing a turd to a garbage can lid.
With his hat on he’s about five inches taller than a taxicab.
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…
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, th… lake promised us eternity, but the… thousands of silly minnows, swimmi…
It’s a star that looks like a poker game above the mountains of eastern Oregon. There are three men playing.
It seemed like years before I picked a bouquet
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…
There are doors that want to be free from their hinges to fly with perfect clouds. There are windows
When you take your pill it’s like a mine disaster. I think of all the people lost inside of you.
If you will die for me, I will die for you and our graves will be like two lo… their clothes together in a laundromat
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…
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…
Hinged to forgetfulness like a door, she slowly closed out of sight, and she was the woman I loved,
Spinning like a ghost on the bottom of a top, I’m haunted by all the space that I
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…