#AmericanWriters
Forget love I want to die in your yellow hair
I go to bed in Los Angeles thinki… about you.
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…
When you take your pill it’s like a mine disaster. I think of all the people lost inside of you.
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…
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…
Hinged to forgetfulness like a door, she slowly closed out of sight, and she was the woman I loved,
O beautiful was the werewolf in his evil forest. We took him to the carnival
Do you think of me as often as I think of you?
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…
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…
Thinking hard about you I got on the bus and paid 30 cents car fare and asked the driver for two trans… before discovering
It’s night
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…
Driving through hot brushy country the late autumn, I saw a hawk crucified on a
