THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, th… lake promised us eternity, but the… thousands of silly minnows, swimmi…

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…

At 1:30 in the morning a fart smells like a marriage between an avocado and a fish head. I have to get out of bed to write this down without

The petals of the vagina unfold like Christofer Columbus taking off his shoes. Is there anything more beautiful than the bow of a ship

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

Driving through hot brushy country the late autumn, I saw a hawk crucified on a

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

Yup. A long lazy September look in the mirror say it’s true. I’m 31

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…

THE AUTOPSY OF TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA This is the autopsy of Trout Fish… Fishing in America had been Lord… Missolonghi, Greece, and afterwar…

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

I live in the Twentieth Century and you lie here beside me. You were unhappy when you fell asleep. There was nothing I could do abou… it. I felt hopeless. Your face

Everybody wants to go to bed with everybody else, they’re lined up for blocks, so I’ll go to bed with you. They won’t miss us.

This poem was found written on a p… Brautigan in a laundromat in San…

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