#AmericanWriters
Less time than it takes to say it,… of everything, there you have it.… as my fingers and some others; I’v… were willing to accpet them. I’ve… longer know what to think of suici…
It’s so nice to wake up in the morning all alone and not have to tell somebody you love them
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, th… lake promised us eternity, but the… thousands of silly minnows, swimmi…
I like to think (and the sooner the better!) of a cybernetic meadow where mammals and computers live together in mutually
Forget love I want to die in your yellow hair
For Marcia
A piece of green pepper fell off the wooden salad bowl: so what?
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…
Driving through hot brushy country the late autumn, I saw a hawk crucified on a
Just because people love your mind, doesn’t mean they have to have your body,
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…
The petals of the vagina unfold like Christofer Columbus taking off his shoes. Is there anything more beautiful than the bow of a ship
Yup. A long lazy September look in the mirror say it’s true. I’m 31
THE AUTOPSY OF TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA This is the autopsy of Trout Fish… Fishing in America had been Lord… Missolonghi, Greece, and afterwar…
We stopped at perfect days and got out of the car. The wind glanced at her hair. It was as simple as that. I turned to say something—
