#Americans #Suicide
Yup. A long lazy September look in the mirror say it’s true. I’m 31
It’s a star that looks like a poker game above the mountains of eastern Oregon. There are three men playing.
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…
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, th… lake promised us eternity, but the… thousands of silly minnows, swimmi…
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…
There are doors that want to be free from their hinges to fly with perfect clouds. There are windows
I lift the toliet seat as if it were the nest of a bird and I see cat tracks all around the edge of the bowl.
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…
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.
At 1:30 in the morning a fart smells like a marriage between an avocado and a fish head. I have to get out of bed to write this down without
I live in the Twentieth Century and you lie here beside me. You were unhappy when you fell asleep. There was nothing I could do abou… it. I felt hopeless. Your face
With the rain falling surgically against the roof, I ate a dish of ice cream that looked like Kafka’s hat.
Hinged to forgetfulness like a door, she slowly closed out of sight, and she was the woman I loved,
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.
