The First Winter Snow by Richard Brautigan 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
Part 5 of Trout Fishing in America by Richard Brautigan Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing boards across the creek. That was The boards dammed up the creek eno bathtub there, and the creek flowe invited like a postcard to the oce
It’s Raining in Love by Richard Brautigan I don’t know what it is, but I distrust myself when I start to like a girl a lot.
I’Ve Never Had It Done So Gently Before by Richard Brautigan The sweet juices of your mouth are like castles bathed in honey. I’ve never had it done so gently b You have put a circle of castles around my penis and you swirl them
Part 7 of Trout Fishing in America by Richard Brautigan THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, th lake promised us eternity, but the thousands of silly minnows, swimmi
Part 10 of Trout Fishing in America by Richard Brautigan WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHI In San Francisco around Easter t trout fishing in America peace par of red stickers printed and they p foreign cars, and on means of nati
We Stopped at Perfect Days by Richard Brautigan 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—
Part 6 of Trout Fishing in America by Richard Brautigan 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