#AmericanWriters #Suicide
SANDBOX MINUS JOHN DILLINGER EQUALS WHAT? Often I return to the cover of Tr… took the baby and went down there… watering the cover with big revolv…
Everybody wants to go to bed with everybody else, they’re lined up for blocks, so I’ll go to bed with you. They won’t miss us.
The Galilee Hitch-Hiker Part 1 Baudelaire was driving a Model A across Galilee.
Spinning like a ghost on the bottom of a top, I’m haunted by all the space that I
La voyageuse qui traverse les Hal… Marchait sur la pointe des pieds Le désespoir roulait au ciel ses g… Et dans le sac à main il y avait… Que seule a respiré la marraine de…
A piece of green pepper fell off the wooden salad bowl: so what?
It’s so nice to wake up in the morning all alone and not have to tell somebody you love them
THE COVER FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA The cover for Trout Fishing in A… late in the afternoon, a photograp… statue in San Francisco’s Washing…
It’s night
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.
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…
A girl in a green mini– skirt, not very pretty, walks down the street.
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…
