#AmericanWriters #Suicide
Just because people love your mind, doesn’t mean they have to have your body,
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…
I go to bed in Los Angeles thinki… about you.
A RETURN TO THE COVER OF THIS BOOK Dear Trout Fishing in America: I met your friend Fritz in Washin… to tell you that his case went to…
With his hat on he’s about five inches taller than a taxicab.
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…
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…
A piece of green pepper fell off the wooden salad bowl: so what?
The Galilee Hitch-Hiker Part 1 Baudelaire was driving a Model A across Galilee.
Thinking hard about you I got on the bus and paid 30 cents car fare and asked the driver for two trans… before discovering
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHI… IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter t… trout fishing in America peace par… of red stickers printed and they p…
It seemed like years before I picked a bouquet
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.
With the rain falling surgically against the roof, I ate a dish of ice cream that looked like Kafka’s hat.
Hinged to forgetfulness like a door, she slowly closed out of sight, and she was the woman I loved,
