#AmericanWriters
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 like to think (and the sooner the better!) of a cybernetic meadow where mammals and computers live together in mutually
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, th… lake promised us eternity, but the… thousands of silly minnows, swimmi…
Thinking hard about you I got on the bus and paid 30 cents car fare and asked the driver for two trans… before discovering
ZAP! unlaid / 20 days
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…
With the rain falling surgically against the roof, I ate a dish of ice cream that looked like Kafka’s hat.
I sit here, an arch-villain of rom… thinking about you. Gee, I’m sorr… I made you unhappy, but there was… I could do about it because I hav… Perhaps everything would have been…
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.
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…
THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by littl… too close together. The creek was… booths in a row with high Victoria… taken off and all the backs of the…
We left Little Redfish for Lake Josephus, traveling along the good names—from Stanley to Capehorn to Seafoam to the Rapid River, up Float Creek, past the Greyhound Mine and then to Lake...
Spinning like a ghost on the bottom of a top, I’m haunted by all the space that I
Hinged to forgetfulness like a door, she slowly closed out of sight, and she was the woman I loved,
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—