#AmericanWriters
Hinged to forgetfulness like a door, she slowly closed out of sight, and she was the woman I loved,
I lift the toliet seat as if it were the nest of a bird and I see cat tracks all around the edge of the bowl.
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…
Do you think of me as often as I think of you?
I go to bed in Los Angeles thinki… about you.
Ah, you’re just a copy of all the candy bars I’ve ever eaten.
THE COVER FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA The cover for Trout Fishing in A… late in the afternoon, a photograp… statue in San Francisco’s Washing…
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…
THE AUTOPSY OF TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA This is the autopsy of Trout Fish… Fishing in America had been Lord… Missolonghi, Greece, and afterwar…
I don’t know what it is, but I distrust myself when I start to like a girl a lot.
A piece of green pepper fell off the wooden salad bowl: so what?
This poem was found written on a p… Brautigan in a laundromat in San…
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…
For Marcia
Yup. A long lazy September look in the mirror say it’s true. I’m 31
