#AmericanWriters
Spinning like a ghost on the bottom of a top, I’m haunted by all the space that I
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…
A RETURN TO THE COVER OF THIS BOOK Dear Trout Fishing in America: I met your friend Fritz in Washin… to tell you that his case went to…
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.
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…
Oh, Marcia, I want your long blonde beauty to be taught in high school, so kids will learn that God lives like music in the skin
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHI… IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter t… trout fishing in America peace par… of red stickers printed and they p…
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…
THE COVER FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA The cover for Trout Fishing in A… late in the afternoon, a photograp… statue in San Francisco’s Washing…
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
The Galilee Hitch-Hiker Part 1 Baudelaire was driving a Model A across Galilee.
A piece of green pepper fell off the wooden salad bowl: so what?
With his hat on he’s about five inches taller than a taxicab.
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.
Ah, you’re just a copy of all the candy bars I’ve ever eaten.