#AmericanWriters
It seemed like years before I picked a bouquet
There are no postage stamps that s… back to England three centuries ag… no postage stamps that make letter… travel back until the grave hasn’t… and John Donne stands looking out…
We left Little Redfish for Lake Josephus, traveling along the good names—from Stanley to Capehorn to Seafoam to the Rapid River, up Float Creek, past the Greyhound Mine and then to Lake...
Thinking hard about you I got on the bus and paid 30 cents car fare and asked the driver for two trans… before discovering
Driving through hot brushy country the late autumn, I saw a hawk crucified on a
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
The Galilee Hitch-Hiker Part 1 Baudelaire was driving a Model A across Galilee.
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…
Do you think of me as often as I think of you?
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
I like to think (and the sooner the better!) of a cybernetic meadow where mammals and computers live together in mutually
This poem was found written on a p… Brautigan in a laundromat in San…
With his hat on he’s about five inches taller than a taxicab.
I don’t know what it is, but I distrust myself when I start to like a girl a lot.
she tries to get things out of men that she can’t get because she’s not 15% prettier
