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…

ZAP! unlaid / 20 days

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

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…

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

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…

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

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

With the rain falling surgically against the roof, I ate a dish of ice cream that looked like Kafka’s hat.

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

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

Three crates of Private Eye Lett… the name and drawing of a detectiv… with magnifying glass on the sides of the crates of lettuce, form a great cross in man’s imagin…

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…

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