#AmericanWriters
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…
At 1:30 in the morning a fart smells like a marriage between an avocado and a fish head. I have to get out of bed to write this down without
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.
ANOTHER METHOD OF MAKING WALNUT CATSUP And this is a very small cookbook… as if Trout Fishing in America we… Trout Fishing in America had Mar…
I go to bed in Los Angeles thinki… about you.
There are doors that want to be free from their hinges to fly with perfect clouds. There are windows
I don’t know what it is, but I distrust myself when I start to like a girl a lot.
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 ...
Yup. A long lazy September look in the mirror say it’s true. I’m 31
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…
O beautiful was the werewolf in his evil forest. We took him to the carnival
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…
It seemed like years before I picked a bouquet
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