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
Yes, the Fish Music by Richard Brautigan 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
Private Eye Lettuce by Richard Brautigan Three crates of Private Eye Lett the name and drawing of a detectiv with magnifying glass on the sides of the crates of lettuce, form a great cross in man’s imagin
Let’s Voyage into the New American House by Richard Brautigan There are doors that want to be free from their hinges to fly with perfect clouds. There are windows
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
At the California Institute of Technology by Richard Brautigan 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.
Discovery by Richard Brautigan The petals of the vagina unfold like Christofer Columbus taking off his shoes. Is there anything more beautiful than the bow of a ship
