#AmericanWriters
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
I like to think (and the sooner the better!) of a cybernetic meadow where mammals and computers live together in mutually
O beautiful was the werewolf in his evil forest. We took him to the carnival
Spinning like a ghost on the bottom of a top, I’m haunted by all the space that I
Driving through hot brushy country the late autumn, I saw a hawk crucified on a
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…
I don’t know what it is, but I distrust myself when I start to like a girl a lot.
Yup. A long lazy September look in the mirror say it’s true. I’m 31
Hinged to forgetfulness like a door, she slowly closed out of sight, and she was the woman I loved,
It’s night
I walked across the park to the fe… It was in the center of a glass sq… by red flowers and fountains. The… was in the shape of a sea horse an… We got hot and died.
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…
Just because people love your mind, doesn’t mean they have to have your body,
This poem was found written on a p… Brautigan in a laundromat in San…
she tries to get things out of men that she can’t get because she’s not 15% prettier