#AmericanWriters
I go to bed in Los Angeles thinki… about you.
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 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
With the rain falling surgically against the roof, I ate a dish of ice cream that looked like Kafka’s hat.
SANDBOX MINUS JOHN DILLINGER EQUALS WHAT? Often I return to the cover of Tr… took the baby and went down there… watering the cover with big revolv…
Thinking hard about you I got on the bus and paid 30 cents car fare and asked the driver for two trans… before discovering
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…
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.
Driving through hot brushy country the late autumn, I saw a hawk crucified on a
Forget love I want to die in your yellow hair
Yup. A long lazy September look in the mirror say it’s true. I’m 31
A girl in a green mini– skirt, not very pretty, walks down the street.
It seemed like years before I picked a bouquet
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…
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…