#AmericanWriters
It’s so nice to wake up in the morning all alone and not have to tell somebody you love them
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—
This poem was found written on a p… Brautigan in a laundromat in San…
The Galilee Hitch-Hiker Part 1 Baudelaire was driving a Model A across Galilee.
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…
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…
For Marcia
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 ...
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.
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…
I sit here, an arch-villain of rom… thinking about you. Gee, I’m sorr… I made you unhappy, but there was… I could do about it because I hav… Perhaps everything would have been…
Spinning like a ghost on the bottom of a top, I’m haunted by all the space that I
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…