Author: Richard Brautigan

I am standing in the cemetery at Byrds, Texas. What did Judy say? “God-forsaken is beautiful, too.” A very old […]

THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, the mountain in back of the Lake promised us […]

SEA, SEA RIDER The man who owned the bookstore was not magic. He was not a Three-legged crow on the […]

The sweet juices of your mouth Are like castles bathed in honey. I’ve never had it done so gently before. […]

With the rain falling Surgically against the roof, I ate a dish of ice cream That looked like Kafka’s hat. […]

THE AUTOPSY OF TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA This is the autopsy of Trout Fishing in America as if Trout Fishing […]

SANDBOX MINUS JOHN DILLINGER EQUALS WHAT? Often I return to the cover of Trout Fishing in America. I Took the […]

Less time than it takes to say it, less tears than it takes to die; I’ve taken account Of everything, […]

At 1:30 in the morning a fart Smells like a marriage between An avocado and a fish head. I have […]

I walked across the park to the fever monument. It was in the center of a glass square surrounded By […]

I like to think (and The sooner the better!) Of a cybernetic meadow Where mammels and computers Live together in […]

a novel by Richard Brautigan THE COVER FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA The cover for Trout Fishing in America is […]

If you will die for me, I will die for you And our graves will be like two lovers washing […]

Sometimes life is merely a matter of coffee and whatever intimacy a cup of coffee Affords. I once read something […]

It’s night And a numbered beauty Lapses at the wind, Chortles with the Branches of a tree, giggles, Plays shadow […]

Oh, Marcia, I want your long blonde beauty To be taught in high school, So kids will learn that God […]

A girl in a green mini- Skirt, not very pretty, walks Down the street. A businessman stops, turns To stare […]

There are no postage stamps that send letters Back to England three centuries ago, No postage stamps that make letters […]

THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by little green trees that grew Too close together. The creek was […]

Thinking hard about you I got on the bus And paid 30 cents car fare And asked the driver for […]