#AmericanWriters
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.
I go to bed in Los Angeles thinki… about you.
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...
It’s so nice to wake up in the morning all alone and not have to tell somebody you love them
Ah, you’re just a copy of all the candy bars I’ve ever eaten.
THE AUTOPSY OF TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA This is the autopsy of Trout Fish… Fishing in America had been Lord… Missolonghi, Greece, and afterwar…
Driving through hot brushy country the late autumn, I saw a hawk crucified on a
A girl in a green mini– skirt, not very pretty, walks down the street.
I walked across the park to the fe… It was in the center of a glass sq… by red flowers and fountains. The… was in the shape of a sea horse an… We got hot and died.
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…
Yup. A long lazy September look in the mirror say it’s true. I’m 31
There are no postage stamps that s… back to England three centuries ag… no postage stamps that make letter… travel back until the grave hasn’t… and John Donne stands looking out…
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…
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…
