#AmericanWriters
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, th… lake promised us eternity, but the… thousands of silly minnows, swimmi…
I lift the toliet seat as if it were the nest of a bird and I see cat tracks all around the edge of the bowl.
I like to think (and the sooner the better!) of a cybernetic meadow where mammals and computers live together in mutually
With his hat on he’s about five inches taller than a taxicab.
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?
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
La voyageuse qui traverse les Hal… Marchait sur la pointe des pieds Le désespoir roulait au ciel ses g… Et dans le sac à main il y avait… Que seule a respiré la marraine de…
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…
O beautiful was the werewolf in his evil forest. We took him to the carnival
THE AUTOPSY OF TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA This is the autopsy of Trout Fish… Fishing in America had been Lord… Missolonghi, Greece, and afterwar…
It seemed like years before I picked a bouquet
With the rain falling surgically against the roof, I ate a dish of ice cream that looked like Kafka’s hat.
There are doors that want to be free from their hinges to fly with perfect clouds. There are windows
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…
