#AmericanWriters
It seemed like years before I picked a bouquet
Spinning like a ghost on the bottom of a top, I’m haunted by all the space that I
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…
I am standing in the cemetery at… What did Judy say? ‘God-forsaken… A very old man who has cancer on h… care of the cemetery, is raking a… manner as to almost (polish it lik…
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…
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…
Driving through hot brushy country the late autumn, I saw a hawk crucified on a
With his hat on he’s about five inches taller than a taxicab.
she tries to get things out of men that she can’t get because she’s not 15% prettier
Hinged to forgetfulness like a door, she slowly closed out of sight, and she was the woman I loved,
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, th… lake promised us eternity, but the… thousands of silly minnows, swimmi…
This poem was found written on a p… Brautigan in a laundromat in San…
A piece of green pepper fell off the wooden salad bowl: so what?
It’s night
O beautiful was the werewolf in his evil forest. We took him to the carnival