#AmericanWriters
It’s so nice to wake up in the morning all alone and not have to tell somebody you love them
With the rain falling surgically against the roof, I ate a dish of ice cream that looked like Kafka’s hat.
Spinning like a ghost on the bottom of a top, I’m haunted by all the space that I
If you will die for me, I will die for you and our graves will be like two lo… their clothes together in a laundromat
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…
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…
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing… boards across the creek. That was… The boards dammed up the creek eno… bathtub there, and the creek flowe…
ZAP! unlaid / 20 days
If I were to live my life in catfish forms in scaffolds of skin and whiskers at the bottom of a pond and you were to come by
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, th… lake promised us eternity, but the… thousands of silly minnows, swimmi…
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…
It seemed like years before I picked a bouquet
This poem was found written on a p… Brautigan in a laundromat in San…
I like to think (and the sooner the better!) of a cybernetic meadow where mammals and computers live together in mutually
We stopped at perfect days and got out of the car. The wind glanced at her hair. It was as simple as that. I turned to say something—