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…

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

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…

A trout-colored wind blows through my eyes, through my finger… and I remember how the trout used to hide from the dinosaurs when they came to drink at the riv…

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…

A piece of green pepper fell off the wooden salad bowl: so what?

Oh, pretty girl, you have trapped yourself in the wrong body.Twenty extra pounds hang like a lumpy tapestry on your perfect mammal na… Three months ago you were like a

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...

Less time than it takes to say it,… of everything, there you have it.… as my fingers and some others; I’v… were willing to accpet them. I’ve… longer know what to think of suici…

SEA, SEA RIDER The man who owned the bookstore wa… three-legged crow on the dandelion… He was, of course, a Jew, a retir… who had been torpedoed in the Nort…

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

If I were to live my life in catfish forms in scaffolds of skin and whiskers at the bottom of a pond and you were to come by