#AmericanWriters
THE COVER FOR The cover for Trout Fishing in A… late in the afternoon, a photograp… statue in San Francisco’s Washing… Born 1706—Died 1790, Benjamin Fr…
Hinged to forgetfulness like a door, she slowly closed out of sight, and she was the woman I loved,
The petals of the vagina unfold like Christofer Columbus taking off his shoes. Is there anything more beautiful than the bow of a ship
We left Little Redfish for Lake… Knowing the trout would wait there… I hope someday we’ll have enough m… I caught the limit of trout within… My woman trailed silently behind,…
I go to bed in Los Angeles thinki… about you.
ANOTHER METHOD OF MAKING WALNUT CATSUP And this is a very small cookbook… as if Trout Fishing in America we… Trout Fishing in America had Mar…
Everybody wants to go to bed with everybody else, they’re lined up for blocks, so I’ll go to bed with you. They won’t miss us.
At 1:30 in the morning a fart smells like a marriage between an avocado and a fish head. I have to get out of bed to write this down without
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…
This poem was found written on a p… Brautigan in a laundromat in San…
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, th… lake promised us eternity, but the… thousands of silly minnows, swimmi…
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…
I like to think (and the sooner the better!) of a cybernetic meadow where mammals and computers live together in mutually
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…
I feel horrible. She doesn’t love me and I wander around like a sewing machine that’s just finished sewing a turd to a garbage can lid.
