#AmericanWriters
I like to think (and the sooner the better!) of a cybernetic meadow where mammals and computers live together in mutually
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…
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…
Spinning like a ghost on the bottom of a top, I’m haunted by all the space that I
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.
It’s so nice to wake up in the morning all alone and not have to tell somebody you love them
It’s a star that looks like a poker game above the mountains of eastern Oregon. There are three men playing.
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…
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…
The sweet juices of your mouth are like castles bathed in honey. I’ve never had it done so gently b… You have put a circle of castles around my penis and you swirl them
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.
With his hat on he’s about five inches taller than a taxicab.
THE AUTOPSY OF TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA This is the autopsy of Trout Fish… Fishing in America had been Lord… Missolonghi, Greece, and afterwar…
Driving through hot brushy country the late autumn, I saw a hawk crucified on a
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—