Author: Richard Brautigan

Yup. A long lazy September look In the mirror Say it’s true. I’m 31 And my nose is growing Old. […]

I don’t know what it is, but I distrust myself when I start to like a girl a lot. It […]

ANOTHER METHOD OF MAKING WALNUT CATSUP And this is a very small cookbook for Trout Fishing in America As if […]

The petals of the vagina unfold Like Christofer Columbus Taking off his shoes. Is there anything more beautiful Than the […]

I don’t care how God-damn smart These guys are: I’m bored. It’s been raining like hell all day long And […]

A RETURN TO THE COVER OF THIS BOOK Dear Trout Fishing in America: I met your friend Fritz in Washington […]

WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter time last year, they had a Trout fishing […]

I live in the Twentieth Century And you lie here beside me. You Were unhappy when you fell asleep. There […]

WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing fancy. Somebody put some Boards across the creek. That was it. The boards dammed […]

For Marcia Because you always have a clock Strapped to your body, it’s natural That I should think of you […]

Hinged to forgetfulness Like a door, She slowly closed out of Sight, And she was the woman I loved, But […]

Beautiful, sobbing High-geared fucking And then to lie silently Like deer tracks in the Freshly-fallen snow beside The one you […]

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 […]