#AmericanWriters #Suicide
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…
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—
If I were to live my life in catfish forms in scaffolds of skin and whiskers at the bottom of a pond and you were to come by
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing… boards across the creek. That was… The boards dammed up the creek eno… bathtub there, and the creek flowe…
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
I like to think (and the sooner the better!) of a cybernetic meadow where mammals and computers live together in mutually
I don’t know what it is, but I distrust myself when I start to like a girl a lot.
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, th… lake promised us eternity, but the… thousands of silly minnows, swimmi…
Yup. A long lazy September look in the mirror say it’s true. I’m 31
Do you think of me as often as I think of you?
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…
For Marcia
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…
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’s night
