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That night we slept on the floor of Kirk and Maggie’s apartment and listened to them arguing all night about art and life and love. Ah, me, I sighed, the sad soul of America! I thought of Walt Whitman. I thought of Allen Ginsberg.
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B is now on all fours, running his hands through the hair of the other. What he whispers is repeating.
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There are some I don’t recognize. My gaze lingers for a second. It’s bad business this.
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Here in this land of cannabis...
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I love that moment in Hamlet when the Ghost first appears. It seems so real, thanks in large measure to Horatio's sober outlook & initial skepticism. It's really happening. Their eyes are popping out of their heads. And it makes me wonder, how would I react if I…
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Rumors stranger than usual were circulating in Moskva. Naturally, they could not be confirmed, but they were making the rounds so thickly that they began spilling out of the capital.
“Putin has become a superman!”
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I had a dream. "And it was a long dream, as dreams go. . ."
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I think for a second that I should have called my husband out to witness this thing, but I am instantly made aware of why I have not.
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She comes in with her white bag with its floral patterns scattered, almost accidentally, all around it
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And you lean forward and all of that caffeine anxiety rises up in your throat, the pressure in your jaw, a series of weights and pulleys on your teeth and at the back of your mouth. So when you open your mouth to talk, no sound is made, only the sound of
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I know I know how many times you want me to tell you I’m sorry, okay?
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Write power
like a purring kitten
eyes wide
without an idea of exactly
how small he is.
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Children, afraid of dogs cried. There was uproar of melee. Children strained at their leashes to get away.
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Rudely awakened, confused and bewildered, he stood stone silent and watched me flee. I barely managed to keep my wits together, didn't and couldn't pretend that I wasn't running out of his bedroom as if my life depended on it. He wouldn't call me a cab,
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1. Pharmacy Randy approached the counter. It appeared that the only person in the pharmacy was the pharmacist himself, Mr. Crubby, and from the sound of the stiff white bag crumpling he was busy saving someone's life, or at least ameliorating someone's …
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Endless. I find this story.Beginning. To walk.Repeating. Repeating.The Memory. Of snow.Amsterdam. Rivers narrow.Hearts. Divide.Hands. Emboldened.Patronizing. Unpatriotic.Semblance. House held open.Forging. The ties…
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His only sibling had passed a few years back and his mother was the only one left of a gaggle of 7 brothers and sisters and their spouses. The turning of the generations, from birth to grave, was always a bit like the tilling of the ancestral soil. A new
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He could smell the vestiges of alcohol on his folks. They’d let him stay up till midnight to mark the new year, and his mother had sneaked him a taste of her whisky. He remembered now what she’d last said before sending him off to bed, how strange it soun
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“Damn!” he said to himself, wondering for the millionth time what he was doing in such a sad line of work. Break time, he decided, grabbing his stash box and locking himself into the freezing cold bathroom to smoke a joint.
He emerged thirty minutes la
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You lose her. In the vortex of guttered water, her tangled hair entwines. Tornado-like. Her body spinning boisterously at its core. Her name: Izra—the wooden doll with black pebbled eyes. …
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cherubs blow their bugles, dye their hair an unnatural green, fart until no cows come home.
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She served him pie she knew was ruined.
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the beeps, rhythmic,
tell us that you're still with us
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Crispcrashingcoldan interlude from youThe pebbles pulled back and forthlike side stepping nailswhite frothan interlude from youThe sun likeA camellia for herCrispColddropsflicking on her face.An interludefrom you.
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On the way home, “Friendly honk,” he said.
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“Your mother enjoyed apples and made you wear unfashionable pants; she was a bitch. From now on we eat only candy bars and we wear only shorts. But first, four hours of video games!”
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Whisper salutations to your irises
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She sat me down naked
on a kitchen chair and fucked me
in the dining room, hovering over me,
then sitting down on top of me
I was upstanding
It was outstanding, raw, and exciting
No children or adults around, or dogs,
cats or birds, no goldf
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