#AmericanWriters
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, th… lake promised us eternity, but the… thousands of silly minnows, swimmi…
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…
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…
Do you think of me as often as I think of you?
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…
I like to think (and the sooner the better!) of a cybernetic meadow where mammals and computers live together in mutually
I go to bed in Los Angeles thinki… about you.
If you will die for me, I will die for you and our graves will be like two lo… their clothes together in a laundromat
Hinged to forgetfulness like a door, she slowly closed out of sight, and she was the woman I loved,
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.
For Marcia
A girl in a green mini– skirt, not very pretty, walks down the street.
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…
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…
It seemed like years before I picked a bouquet
