#AmericanWriters
This poem was found written on a p… Brautigan in a laundromat in San…
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 ...
Oh, pretty girl, you have trapped yourself in the wrong body.Twenty extra pounds hang like a lumpy tapestry on your perfect mammal na… Three months ago you were like a
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…
The Galilee Hitch-Hiker Part 1 Baudelaire was driving a Model A across Galilee.
ZAP! unlaid / 20 days
I go to bed in Los Angeles thinki… about you.
A piece of green pepper fell off the wooden salad bowl: so what?
I live in the Twentieth Century and you lie here beside me. You were unhappy when you fell asleep. There was nothing I could do abou… it. I felt hopeless. Your face
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…
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…
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—
For Marcia
Hinged to forgetfulness like a door, she slowly closed out of sight, and she was the woman I loved,
When you take your pill it’s like a mine disaster. I think of all the people lost inside of you.