Part 3 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
SEA, SEA RIDER The man who owned the bookstore was not magic. He was not a three-legged crow on the ...
SEA, SEA RIDER The man who owned the bookstore was not magic. He was not a three-legged crow on the ...
The Chief Defect of Henry King Was chewing little bits of String. At last he swallowed some which tied Itself ...
Under the table, no. That last was stunning, that flagon had breasts. Some men grow down cursed. Why drink so, ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
A Child's Story Hamelin Town's in Brunswick, By famous Hanover city; The river Weser, deep and wide, Washes its wall ...
George was lying in his trailer, flat on his back, watching a small portable T.V. His dinner dishes were undone, ...
Cass was the youngest and most beautiful of 5 sisters. Cass was the most beautiful girl in town. 1/2 Indian ...
Here is a coast; here is a harbor; here, after a meager diet of horizon, is some scenery: impractically shaped ...
At six o'clock we were waiting for coffee, waiting for coffee and the charitable crumb that was going to be ...
In the burned house I am eating breakfast. You understand: there is no house, there is no breakfast, yet here ...
we have everything and we have nothing and some men do it in churches and some men do it by ...
sway with me, everything sad -- madmen in stone houses without doors, lepers steaming love and song frogs trying to ...
call it the greenhouse effect or whatever but it just doesn't rain like it used to. I particularly remember the ...
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