#AmericanWriters
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…
A girl in a green mini– skirt, not very pretty, walks down the street.
SANDBOX MINUS JOHN DILLINGER EQUALS WHAT? Often I return to the cover of Tr… took the baby and went down there… watering the cover with big revolv…
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—
she tries to get things out of men that she can’t get because she’s not 15% prettier
Do you think of me as often as I think of you?
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
Just because people love your mind, doesn’t mean they have to have your body,
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, th… lake promised us eternity, but the… thousands of silly minnows, swimmi…
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.
THE AUTOPSY OF TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA This is the autopsy of Trout Fish… Fishing in America had been Lord… Missolonghi, Greece, and afterwar…
There are doors that want to be free from their hinges to fly with perfect clouds. There are windows
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…
With the rain falling surgically against the roof, I ate a dish of ice cream that looked like Kafka’s hat.
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