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…

THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, th… lake promised us eternity, but the… thousands of silly minnows, swimmi…

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

Driving through hot brushy country the late autumn, I saw a hawk crucified on a

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

Thinking hard about you I got on the bus and paid 30 cents car fare and asked the driver for two trans… before discovering

A piece of green pepper fell off the wooden salad bowl: so what?

Ah, you’re just a copy of all the candy bars I’ve ever eaten.

The petals of the vagina unfold like Christofer Columbus taking off his shoes. Is there anything more beautiful than the bow of a ship

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…

It’s a star that looks like a poker game above the mountains of eastern Oregon. There are three men playing.

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…

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 Lake...

I live in the Twentieth Century and you lie here beside me. You were unhappy when you fell asleep. There was nothing I could do abou… it. I felt hopeless. Your face

For Marcia