#AmericanWriters
Hinged to forgetfulness like a door, she slowly closed out of sight, and she was the woman I loved,
With the rain falling surgically against the roof, I ate a dish of ice cream that looked like Kafka’s hat.
Everybody wants to go to bed with everybody else, they’re lined up for blocks, so I’ll go to bed with you. They won’t miss us.
Driving through hot brushy country the late autumn, I saw a hawk crucified on a
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…
It’s a star that looks like a poker game above the mountains of eastern Oregon. There are three men playing.
Sometimes life is merely a matter… affords. I once read something abo… it stimulates all the organs. I thought at first this was a stra… as time goes by I have found out t…
A piece of green pepper fell off the wooden salad bowl: so what?
There are doors that want to be free from their hinges to fly with perfect clouds. There are windows
It’s night
Yup. A long lazy September look in the mirror say it’s true. I’m 31
Ah, you’re just a copy of all the candy bars I’ve ever eaten.
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…
It’s so nice to wake up in the morning all alone and not have to tell somebody you love them
she tries to get things out of men that she can’t get because she’s not 15% prettier