#AmericanWriters
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, th… lake promised us eternity, but the… thousands of silly minnows, swimmi…
It seemed like years before I picked a bouquet
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—
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…
It’s so nice to wake up in the morning all alone and not have to tell somebody you love them
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…
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…
At 1:30 in the morning a fart smells like a marriage between an avocado and a fish head. I have to get out of bed to write this down without
This poem was found written on a p… Brautigan in a laundromat in San…
Forget love I want to die in your yellow hair
THE AUTOPSY OF TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA This is the autopsy of Trout Fish… Fishing in America had been Lord… Missolonghi, Greece, and afterwar…
O beautiful was the werewolf in his evil forest. We took him to the carnival
Ah, you’re just a copy of all the candy bars I’ve ever eaten.
I don’t know what it is, but I distrust myself when I start to like a girl a lot.
When you take your pill it’s like a mine disaster. I think of all the people lost inside of you.