#AmericanWriters
I like to think (and the sooner the better!) of a cybernetic meadow where mammals and computers live together in mutually
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…
ZAP! unlaid / 20 days
Do you think of me as often as I think of you?
This poem was found written on a p… Brautigan in a laundromat in San…
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHI… IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter t… trout fishing in America peace par… of red stickers printed and they p…
Three crates of Private Eye Lett… the name and drawing of a detectiv… with magnifying glass on the sides of the crates of lettuce, form a great cross in man’s imagin…
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…
I don’t care how God-damn smart these guys are: I’m bored. It’s been raining like hell all da… and there’s nothing to do.
There are doors that want to be free from their hinges to fly with perfect clouds. There are windows
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…
It seemed like years before I picked a bouquet
O beautiful was the werewolf in his evil forest. We took him to the carnival
Ah, you’re just a copy of all the candy bars I’ve ever eaten.
