#AmericanWriters
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, th… lake promised us eternity, but the… thousands of silly minnows, swimmi…
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…
With his hat on he’s about five inches taller than a taxicab.
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…
Thinking hard about you I got on the bus and paid 30 cents car fare and asked the driver for two trans… before discovering
she tries to get things out of men that she can’t get because she’s not 15% prettier
For Marcia
A piece of green pepper fell off the wooden salad bowl: so what?
I go to bed in Los Angeles thinki… about you.
It’s night
This poem was found written on a p… Brautigan in a laundromat in San…
Sometimes life is merely a matter… affords. I once read something abo… it stimulates all the organs. I thought at first this was a stra… as time goes by I have found out t…
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…
It’s so nice to wake up in the morning all alone and not have to tell somebody you love them
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…