#AmericanWriters
I like to think (and the sooner the better!) of a cybernetic meadow where mammals and computers live together in mutually
We left Little Redfish for Lake Josephus, traveling along the good names ' from Stanley to Capehorn to Seafoam to the Rapid River, up Float Creek, past the Greyhound Mine and then to ...
Hinged to forgetfulness like a door, she slowly closed out of sight, and she was the woman I loved,
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…
With his hat on he’s about five inches taller than a taxicab.
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…
Thinking hard about you I got on the bus and paid 30 cents car fare and asked the driver for two trans… before discovering
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…
I walked across the park to the fe… It was in the center of a glass sq… by red flowers and fountains. The… was in the shape of a sea horse an… We got hot and died.
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.
Everybody wants to go to bed with everybody else, they’re lined up for blocks, so I’ll go to bed with you. They won’t miss us.
Driving through hot brushy country the late autumn, I saw a hawk crucified on a
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 PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, th… lake promised us eternity, but the… thousands of silly minnows, swimmi…
The Galilee Hitch-Hiker Part 1 Baudelaire was driving a Model A across Galilee.