#AmericanWriters
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—
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’s so nice to wake up in the morning all alone and not have to tell somebody you love them
The sweet juices of your mouth are like castles bathed in honey. I’ve never had it done so gently b… You have put a circle of castles around my penis and you swirl them
When you take your pill it’s like a mine disaster. I think of all the people lost inside of you.
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…
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…
Yup. A long lazy September look in the mirror say it’s true. I’m 31
With the rain falling surgically against the roof, I ate a dish of ice cream that looked like Kafka’s hat.
It seemed like years before I picked a bouquet
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…
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, th… lake promised us eternity, but the… thousands of silly minnows, swimmi…
Hinged to forgetfulness like a door, she slowly closed out of sight, and she was the woman I loved,
This poem was found written on a p… Brautigan in a laundromat in San…
THE COVER FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA The cover for Trout Fishing in A… late in the afternoon, a photograp… statue in San Francisco’s Washing…
