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Hinged to forgetfulness like a door, she slowly closed out of sight, and she was the woman I loved,
ANOTHER METHOD OF MAKING WALNUT CATSUP And this is a very small cookbook… as if Trout Fishing in America we… Trout Fishing in America had Mar…
For Marcia
I don’t know what it is, but I distrust myself when I start to like a girl a lot.
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…
I like to think (and the sooner the better!) of a cybernetic meadow where mammals and computers live together in mutually
It seemed like years before I picked a bouquet
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, th… lake promised us eternity, but the… thousands of silly minnows, swimmi…
A piece of green pepper fell off the wooden salad bowl: so what?
I don’t care how God-damn smart these guys are: I’m bored. It’s been raining like hell all da… and there’s nothing to do.
If you will die for me, I will die for you and our graves will be like two lo… their clothes together in a laundromat
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…
This poem was found written on a p… Brautigan in a laundromat in San…
I am standing in the cemetery at… What did Judy say? ‘God-forsaken… A very old man who has cancer on h… care of the cemetery, is raking a… manner as to almost (polish it lik…
There are no postage stamps that s… back to England three centuries ag… no postage stamps that make letter… travel back until the grave hasn’t… and John Donne stands looking out…