#AmericanWriters
Forget love I want to die in your yellow hair
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
It’s a star that looks like a poker game above the mountains of eastern Oregon. There are three men playing.
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—
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.
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…
For Marcia
I like to think (and the sooner the better!) of a cybernetic meadow where mammals and computers live together in mutually
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
This poem was found written on a p… Brautigan in a laundromat in San…
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…
O beautiful was the werewolf in his evil forest. We took him to the carnival
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…
Sometimes life is merely a matter… affords. I once read something abo… it stimulates all the organs. I thought at first this was a stra… as time goes by I have found out t…
With the rain falling surgically against the roof, I ate a dish of ice cream that looked like Kafka’s hat.