#AmericanWriters
ZAP! unlaid / 20 days
I feel horrible. She doesn’t love me and I wander around like a sewing machine that’s just finished sewing a turd to a garbage can lid.
For Marcia
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing… boards across the creek. That was… The boards dammed up the creek eno… bathtub there, and the creek flowe…
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
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
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…
It’s so nice to wake up in the morning all alone and not have to tell somebody you love them
This poem was found written on a p… Brautigan in a laundromat in San…
It’s night
With the rain falling surgically against the roof, I ate a dish of ice cream that looked like Kafka’s hat.
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…
The petals of the vagina unfold like Christofer Columbus taking off his shoes. Is there anything more beautiful than the bow of a ship
Do you think of me as often as I think of you?