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

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…

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—

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…

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

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

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…

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…

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

It’s night

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...

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

I like to think (and the sooner the better!) of a cybernetic meadow where mammals and computers live together in mutually

THE AUTOPSY OF TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA This is the autopsy of Trout Fish… Fishing in America had been Lord… Missolonghi, Greece, and afterwar…