#Americans #Suicide
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…
Driving through hot brushy country the late autumn, I saw a hawk crucified on a
O beautiful was the werewolf in his evil forest. We took him to the carnival
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…
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
Do you think of me as often as I think of you?
With his hat on he’s about five inches taller than a taxicab.
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
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…
It’s so nice to wake up in the morning all alone and not have to tell somebody you love them
she tries to get things out of men that she can’t get because she’s not 15% prettier
I don’t know what it is, but I distrust myself when I start to like a girl a lot.
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...
A piece of green pepper fell off the wooden salad bowl: so what?
La voyageuse qui traverse les Hal… Marchait sur la pointe des pieds Le désespoir roulait au ciel ses g… Et dans le sac à main il y avait… Que seule a respiré la marraine de…
