#AmericanWriters
It seemed like years before I picked a bouquet
Just because people love your mind, doesn’t mean they have to have your body,
A piece of green pepper fell off the wooden salad bowl: so what?
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...
I like to think (and the sooner the better!) of a cybernetic meadow where mammals and computers live together in mutually
Ah, you’re just a copy of all the candy bars I’ve ever eaten.
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…
Spinning like a ghost on the bottom of a top, I’m haunted by all the space that I
Forget love I want to die in your yellow hair
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…
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…
I don’t know what it is, but I distrust myself when I start to like a girl a lot.
It’s so nice to wake up in the morning all alone and not have to tell somebody you love them
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…
This poem was found written on a p… Brautigan in a laundromat in San…
