#AmericanWriters
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…
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…
I walked across the park to the fe… It was in the center of a glass sq… by red flowers and fountains. The… was in the shape of a sea horse an… We got hot and died.
Spinning like a ghost on the bottom of a top, I’m haunted by all the space that I
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, th… lake promised us eternity, but the… thousands of silly minnows, swimmi…
Forget love I want to die in your yellow hair
I don’t know what it is, but I distrust myself when I start to like a girl a lot.
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
ANOTHER METHOD OF MAKING WALNUT CATSUP And this is a very small cookbook… as if Trout Fishing in America we… Trout Fishing in America had Mar…
O beautiful was the werewolf in his evil forest. We took him to the carnival
Driving through hot brushy country the late autumn, I saw a hawk crucified on a
It seemed like years before I picked a bouquet
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…
With the rain falling surgically against the roof, I ate a dish of ice cream that looked like Kafka’s hat.