#AmericanWriters
I go to bed in Los Angeles thinki… about you.
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…
This poem was found written on a p… Brautigan in a laundromat in San…
I don’t know what it is, but I distrust myself when I start to like a girl a lot.
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, th… lake promised us eternity, but the… thousands of silly minnows, swimmi…
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—
If I were to live my life in catfish forms in scaffolds of skin and whiskers at the bottom of a pond and you were to come by
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…
Driving through hot brushy country the late autumn, I saw a hawk crucified on a
THE AUTOPSY OF TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA This is the autopsy of Trout Fish… Fishing in America had been Lord… Missolonghi, Greece, and afterwar…
I like to think (and the sooner the better!) of a cybernetic meadow where mammals and computers live together in mutually
It’s a star that looks like a poker game above the mountains of eastern Oregon. There are three men playing.
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.
It’s so nice to wake up in the morning all alone and not have to tell somebody you love them
When you take your pill it’s like a mine disaster. I think of all the people lost inside of you.