#AmericanWriters
THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by littl… too close together. The creek was… booths in a row with high Victoria… taken off and all the backs of the…
I don’t know what it is, but I distrust myself when I start to like a girl a lot.
If you will die for me, I will die for you and our graves will be like two lo… their clothes together in a laundromat
It’s so nice to wake up in the morning all alone and not have to tell somebody you love them
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 ...
Driving through hot brushy country the late autumn, I saw a hawk crucified on a
With the rain falling surgically against the roof, I ate a dish of ice cream that looked like Kafka’s hat.
It’s night
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…
I don’t care how God-damn smart these guys are: I’m bored. It’s been raining like hell all da… and there’s nothing to do.
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
ZAP! unlaid / 20 days
Hinged to forgetfulness like a door, she slowly closed out of sight, and she was the woman I loved,
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…
A trout-colored wind blows through my eyes, through my finger… and I remember how the trout used to hide from the dinosaurs when they came to drink at the riv…