#Americans #Suicide
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…
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.
It seemed like years before I picked a bouquet
It’s so nice to wake up in the morning all alone and not have to tell somebody you love them
THE AUTOPSY OF TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA This is the autopsy of Trout Fish… Fishing in America had been Lord… Missolonghi, Greece, and afterwar…
Spinning like a ghost on the bottom of a top, I’m haunted by all the space that I
Hinged to forgetfulness like a door, she slowly closed out of sight, and she was the woman I loved,
Thinking hard about you I got on the bus and paid 30 cents car fare and asked the driver for two trans… before discovering
This poem was found written on a p… Brautigan in a laundromat in San…
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…
Driving through hot brushy country the late autumn, I saw a hawk crucified on a
There are doors that want to be free from their hinges to fly with perfect clouds. There are windows
ANOTHER METHOD OF MAKING WALNUT CATSUP And this is a very small cookbook… as if Trout Fishing in America we… Trout Fishing in America had Mar…
ZAP! unlaid / 20 days
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...
