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…

With his hat on he’s about five inches taller than a taxicab.

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—

I don’t know what it is, but I distrust myself when I start to like a girl a lot.

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…

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

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

Yup. A long lazy September look in the mirror say it’s true. I’m 31

WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHI… IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter t… trout fishing in America peace par… of red stickers printed and they p…

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

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

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

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

For Marcia