For Harry (My College Room-mate who Died) (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
He cut his hand and it bled, the flesh inside was red and the hurt discounted the flood of red ...
He cut his hand and it bled, the flesh inside was red and the hurt discounted the flood of red ...
Does your semen smell like camembert? It's just a thought I had today at lunch, I must have had the ...
Nicky said I couldn't write, she's got a charming sense of social etiquette - given she's a bitch (the canine ...
It's Wednesday, September 6th and a birthday, again, these things arrive tediously on time with wry regularity - and sadly, ...
It was a half-life that seemed like a genuine world wielding hard symbolism over those who ruled it; we lived ...
And so I had a glaring revelation, I couldn't find the poet in the man although I read his life ...
It was called Farm Fantastic, a catchy phrase, and potentially a day's wasted sweat. Even after the event I can't ...
"Why shouldn't I have a purely vegetarian drink? Why shouldn't I take vegetables in their highest form, so to speak? ...
And all at length are gathered in. --LOUISE BOGAN By the time I came around to feeling pain and woke ...
As one who strives a hill to climb, Who never climbed before: Who finds it, in a little time, Grow ...
First the Governor, the Father: He suggested velvet curtains looped about a massy pillar; And the corner of a table, ...
"OH, when I was a little Ghost, A merry time had we! Each seated on his favourite post, We chumped ...
From his shoulder Hiawatha Took the camera of rosewood, Made of sliding, folding rosewood; Neatly put it all together. In ...
AY, 'twas here, on this spot, In that summer of yore, Atalanta did not Vote my presence a bore, Nor ...
ONE winter night, at half-past nine, Cold, tired, and cross, and muddy, I had come home, too late to dine, ...
From his shoulder Hiawatha Took the camera of rosewood, Made of sliding, folding rosewood; Neatly put it all together. In ...
Tell me about the train that people say got buried By the avalanche--was it snow?--It was In Colorado, and no ...
I watched the winter light die from the bridge, the sky a sinking empire's battleship, ice floes' jagged edges clink ...
Doors were left open in heaven again: drafts wheeze, clouds wrap their ripped pages around roofs and trees. Like wet ...
You have heard of the wonderful one-hoss shay That was built in such a logical way It ran a hundred ...
Twain? Oh, yes, I've heard Mark Twain Heard him down to Pleasant Plain; Funny? Yes, I guess so. Folks Seemed ...
"When I hit her on the head, it was good, and then I did it to her a couple of ...
Ophelia puked hourly dawn till dusk, retching mucous slobber, then spewing air. Scum that I am, I never stopped thinking ...
Make your daily monument the Ego, use a masochist's epistemology of shame and dog-eared certainty that others less exacting might ...
I wanted to see the self, so I looked at the mulberry. It had no trouble accepting its limits, yet ...
a novel by Richard Brautigan THE COVER FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA The cover for Trout Fishing in America is ...
THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by little green trees that grew too close together. The creek was ...
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, the mountain in back of the lake promised us ...
A RETURN TO THE COVER OF THIS BOOK Dear Trout Fishing in America: I met your friend Fritz in Washington ...
SANDBOX MINUS JOHN DILLINGER EQUALS WHAT? Often I return to the cover of Trout Fishing in America. I took the ...
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