Author: Richard Brautigan

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 […]

I sit here, an arch-villain of romance, Thinking about you. Gee, I’m sorry I made you unhappy, but there was […]

La voyageuse qui traverse les Halles à la tombée de l’été Marchait sur la pointe des pieds Le désespoir roulait […]

A trout-colored wind blows Through my eyes, through my fingers, And I remember how the trout Used to hide from […]

This poem was found written on a paper bag by Richard Brautigan in a laundromat in San Francisco. The author […]

I go to bed in Los Angeles thinking About you. Pissing a few moments ago I looked down at my […]

1. Get enough food to eat, and eat it. 2. Find a place to sleep where it is quiet, and […]