#AmericanWriters
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 ...
It’s so nice to wake up in the morning all alone and not have to tell somebody you love them
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…
When you take your pill it’s like a mine disaster. I think of all the people lost inside of you.
This poem was found written on a p… Brautigan in a laundromat in San…
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…
I lift the toliet seat as if it were the nest of a bird and I see cat tracks all around the edge of the bowl.
Three crates of Private Eye Lett… the name and drawing of a detectiv… with magnifying glass on the sides of the crates of lettuce, form a great cross in man’s imagin…
Thinking hard about you I got on the bus and paid 30 cents car fare and asked the driver for two trans… before discovering
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…
It’s a star that looks like a poker game above the mountains of eastern Oregon. There are three men playing.
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.
I don’t know what it is, but I distrust myself when I start to like a girl a lot.
Spinning like a ghost on the bottom of a top, I’m haunted by all the space that I