#AmericanWriters
With the rain falling surgically against the roof, I ate a dish of ice cream that looked like Kafka’s hat.
The Galilee Hitch-Hiker Part 1 Baudelaire was driving a Model A across Galilee.
THE AUTOPSY OF TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA This is the autopsy of Trout Fish… Fishing in America had been Lord… Missolonghi, Greece, and afterwar…
Yup. A long lazy September look in the mirror say it’s true. I’m 31
Driving through hot brushy country the late autumn, I saw a hawk crucified on a
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…
I don’t know what it is, but I distrust myself when I start to like a girl a lot.
Sometimes life is merely a matter… affords. I once read something abo… it stimulates all the organs. I thought at first this was a stra… as time goes by I have found out t…
I like to think (and the sooner the better!) of a cybernetic meadow where mammals and computers live together in mutually
The petals of the vagina unfold like Christofer Columbus taking off his shoes. Is there anything more beautiful than the bow of a ship
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…
I sit here, an arch-villain of rom… thinking about you. Gee, I’m sorr… I made you unhappy, but there was… I could do about it because I hav… Perhaps everything would have been…
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
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—
This poem was found written on a p… Brautigan in a laundromat in San…
