Oh, pretty girl, you have trapped yourself in the wrong body.Twenty extra pounds hang like a lumpy tapestry on your perfect mammal na… Three months ago you were like a

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…

This poem was found written on a p… Brautigan in a laundromat in San…

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…

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…

I go to bed in Los Angeles thinki… about you.

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

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...

Oh, Marcia, I want your long blonde beauty to be taught in high school, so kids will learn that God lives like music in the skin

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

There are doors that want to be free from their hinges to fly with perfect clouds. There are windows

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—

Hinged to forgetfulness like a door, she slowly closed out of sight, and she was the woman I loved,

For Marcia