2754 3 1
|
My name is Mandy and I'll be your narrator today. I'd like to welcome you aboard. You will be reading at the approximate speed of one hundred words per minute. Total estimated reading time will be about fifteen minutes. At this time, I'd like to point out several of the…
|
27482310
|
As the sun rose each morning, so did the lonely old man with it; a sad limping figure strolling across the front lawn with a cigar tucked in his mouth, lighting fresh candles here and there, perhaps on an imagined grave of some loved one long lost to the infirmity of time…
|
2748148
|
We aren't designed for darkness. Something deep inside of us, something much older and deeper than us is telling us to move away, get to warm, because if we don’t, come winter we will die.
|
27485244
|
I planned to go to the ends of the earth to avoid rejection.
|
274642
|
...the teeth she began to lose went under her pillow, though no money ever appeared. She could not bear to throw them away and finally deposited them in her jewelry box next to the string of seed pearls she received on the morning of her confirmation.
|
274041
|
The pulsing of her little life. I sniff my fingers, deep sniff, ummmmm! Again! Deep back in my mind, like Momma smelled, spicy and ripe.
|
2725197
|
the definition of beauty is easy
|
27252212
|
When I was sixteen, my dad’s new wife and her daughter, Mary Ann, moved in, so I had to get out. I found a burned-out one story place on Corey Road near the gas plant. When it wasn’t raining, you could see right up through the roof to the stars.
|
272184
|
Whenever we’re carressin’,
I find you quite engrossin’,
I’m filled with vasopressin
endorphins and oxytocin.
|
27213215
|
She's having trouble remembering the names of things.
|
272043
|
~our silly cosmology of visceral pleasure~
|
2718138
|
... honestly, the dishes were just tired. Too few in number and washed too often, they dreamed of an escape -- any escape, really -- from the endless cycle of hot water and being racked together to dry ...
|
2718127
|
It's an easy thing to take out an eye.
|
27172218
|
He stands at the 53 bus stop, boy shadow dust-cloaked and fading, jangling her keys in his pocket, echoes of a journey cut short.
|
27151112
|
I combed the ocean for my minnows while Hattie's giraffes multiplied like spider plants, all yellow and brown on the dry yellow savanna, propelled by their gauche necks, awkward in their bodies, bodies rooted to the feet of the humming planet.
|
271472
|
His appearance had never suggested health, but his body had once been fleshy, his skin pale and soft because he never went outside in the daytime.
|
27113414
|
I sat on the top step and watched the woman go down and stand in the middle of the room, raising her hands as if to touch them and I half expected the moths to lift the ends of her hair, the hem of her skirt, and fly away with her.
|
270985
|
Elizaveta still wore her winning smile, the one that only charmed. She looked up suddenly: “Watch out, Pushkin! (falls over Gogol) “Watch out, Gogol!” (falls over Pushkin).
|
270835
|
Snoopy flies in today. His goggles scratched, one ear torn and bleeding, but his eyes aglow.
|
27032520
|
|
270320
|
Roger's assigned route had him picking up medical waste at most of the plastic surgery offices in town. He smelled it on his skin by the end of the day. The plastic surgery places were less of a hassle than the hospital and worlds away from the free c
|
26992810
|
I talk to her, whispering endearments and flattery. I tell her how incredible it feels to be between her legs.
|
26983331
|
She was a dead bird the morning I found her, wings clipped in dirt and blood vanished into tiny braille maps on concrete.
|
26981510
|
I’ve forgiven my mother; she didn’t know what she was doing. She heard voices, had visions. She imagined herself to be a prophet named Helen when her real name was Marge. When she learned she was pregnant with me she scored some Thalidomide from my gr
|
269763
|
Last week I came home early from work and caught my wife having sex with the Cookie Monster.
|
26963721
|
A cartoon of my personal insight to publishing as I know it.
|
268831
|
If the sky is charcoal, it's laundry day. If it's cornflower blue, it's football in the empty square behind the school. If it's white like duck feathers, Hinckle Finckle will visit. If it's burnished gold, it's oscar wieners for dinner (we love oscar…
|
268761
|
At the center of the world
our bodies float over each other
near to everything, at the center
of being
Not like arrows pointing in three directions
but like our own bodies
pulsing in and out
Laughter can cure nearly anything
it is sa
|
26852210
|
“Just curious,” Sean says, “but what’s up with the old Pinto out front?”
She looks at him. “It’s my boyfriend’s.” Her green eyes are flat: What business of yours?
|
26841615
|
A wrinkled old woman sat at the table next to me. “Are you a writer?” she asked.
“Yes, I am.”
“Are you Jewish?”
“No, I’m not,” I replied.
“Where do you come from?” she asked in her broken English.
“Chicago,” I said. “The Bohemian ghetto there, o
|
