#AmericanWriters
I go to bed in Los Angeles thinki… about you.
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.
With the rain falling surgically against the roof, I ate a dish of ice cream that looked like Kafka’s hat.
I like to think (and the sooner the better!) of a cybernetic meadow where mammals and computers live together in mutually
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
THE AUTOPSY OF TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA This is the autopsy of Trout Fish… Fishing in America had been Lord… Missolonghi, Greece, and afterwar…
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…
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…
Spinning like a ghost on the bottom of a top, I’m haunted by all the space that I
Yup. A long lazy September look in the mirror say it’s true. I’m 31
When you take your pill it’s like a mine disaster. I think of all the people lost inside of you.
A piece of green pepper fell off the wooden salad bowl: so what?
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…
Driving through hot brushy country the late autumn, I saw a hawk crucified on a
There are doors that want to be free from their hinges to fly with perfect clouds. There are windows