Part 3 of Trout Fishing in America par Richard Brautigan SEA, SEA RIDER The man who owned the bookstore wa three-legged crow on the dandelion He was, of course, a Jew, a retir who had been torpedoed in the Nort
Haiku Ambulance par Richard Brautigan A piece of green pepper fell off the wooden salad bowl: so what?
It’s Raining in Love par Richard Brautigan I don’t know what it is, but I distrust myself when I start to like a girl a lot.
Part 1 of Trout Fishing in America par Richard Brautigan 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
I Live in the Twentieth Century par Richard Brautigan I live in the Twentieth Century and you lie here beside me. You were unhappy when you fell asleep. There was nothing I could do abou it. I felt hopeless. Your face
The Galilee Hitch-Hiker par Richard Brautigan The Galilee Hitch-Hiker Part 1 Baudelaire was driving a Model A across Galilee.
December 30 par Richard Brautigan 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
My Nose Is Growing Old par Richard Brautigan Yup. A long lazy September look in the mirror say it’s true. I’m 31
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