#AmericanWriters
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, th… lake promised us eternity, but the… thousands of silly minnows, swimmi…
Oh, Marcia, I want your long blonde beauty to be taught in high school, so kids will learn that God lives like music in the skin
For Marcia
It seemed like years before I picked a bouquet
THE AUTOPSY OF TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA This is the autopsy of Trout Fish… Fishing in America had been Lord… Missolonghi, Greece, and afterwar…
SEA, SEA RIDER The man who owned the bookstore wa… three-legged crow on the dandelion… He was, of course, a Jew, a retir… who had been torpedoed in the Nort…
With the rain falling surgically against the roof, I ate a dish of ice cream that looked like Kafka’s hat.
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
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
O beautiful was the werewolf in his evil forest. We took him to the carnival
Spinning like a ghost on the bottom of a top, I’m haunted by all the space that I
The Galilee Hitch-Hiker Part 1 Baudelaire was driving a Model A across Galilee.
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…
Oh, pretty girl, you have trapped yourself in the wrong body.Twenty extra pounds hang like a lumpy tapestry on your perfect mammal na… Three months ago you were like a
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—
