#AmericanWriters
I am standing in the cemetery at… What did Judy say? ‘God-forsaken… A very old man who has cancer on h… care of the cemetery, is raking a… manner as to almost (polish it lik…
Yup. A long lazy September look in the mirror say it’s true. I’m 31
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…
It’s a star that looks like a poker game above the mountains of eastern Oregon. There are three men playing.
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…
There are doors that want to be free from their hinges to fly with perfect clouds. There are windows
she tries to get things out of men that she can’t get because she’s not 15% prettier
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.
THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by littl… too close together. The creek was… booths in a row with high Victoria… taken off and all the backs of the…
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…
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,
This poem was found written on a p… Brautigan in a laundromat in San…
For Marcia
Do you think of me as often as I think of you?
