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…

Forget love I want to die in your yellow hair

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…

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

This poem was found written on a p… Brautigan in a laundromat in San…

Ah, you’re just a copy of all the candy bars I’ve ever eaten.

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.

It’s night

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…

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—

Driving through hot brushy country the late autumn, I saw a hawk crucified on a

If I were to live my life in catfish forms in scaffolds of skin and whiskers at the bottom of a pond and you were to come by

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 Lake...

It’s a star that looks like a poker game above the mountains of eastern Oregon. There are three men playing.