1977 3 2
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So I'm digging, clawing the black earth, disappearing in its ore and shadow.
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197798
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We know a poem isn't going to stop you From invading our town. It won't get you to Listen to our birds any more than to our Sunsets. That's not why we do it. We know A poem isn't going to break the blade of Your knife like an…
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197793
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We hit the road, headed west.
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197621
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Paper Bird, Devotchka, TV On The Radio
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197686
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She sees Connick Jr. now has a microphone. He is singing “All of Me” as if he meant her to take all of him.
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19763315
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To envy faith, to envy love --//
is there a fate more hateful? Choices/
scatter like stars. Too many.
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197600
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My novel-in-stories, NAN, is now available as an ebook for $6.99. Thanks to everyone who read the first 7 published stories here on Fictionaut.
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19761412
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The hour reflected those pleasant moments when evening hunger can be satiated by anticipation alone, before the pangs become demanding.
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1976115
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After court, the three of us skipped third period, walked down to the river and huddled under the 6th Street Bridge.
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197610
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Elin and I had religious differences about the garage. To her the garage required regular sweeping and organization--it was an extension of our house. Elin believed dust and mold to be manifestations of inner sin. I insisted that they were agents of evolu
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197622
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I know it’s nobody’s fault, and that one thing had nothing to do with the other, because it was this way for me since I was born; they just didn’t figure it out for a while that with one of my ears I could hardly hear, and with the other, I couldn
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197574
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Every Friday night she gets liberated at The Haymarket Square doing a bunny hop or a do si do with ex-members of The Saint Augustine Women's Choir. She remembers how as kids, shy or awkward in dresses, their voices formed the harmony, the flight of something V-shaped…
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197541
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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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1975129
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“Lightning has more longevity than I,”
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19753018
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I dreamed that coffee grounds had spilled on my Buffet. There was another clarinet, a silver one, that belonged to a man not in the room, that was clean of debris.
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197511
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And I was going into the visions you get before you go to sleep. And I heard her moan. It was so beautiful. I moaned back. And she moaned again. And I did too. We pretended I guess that we didn’t hear each other. That we were moaning in our sleep.
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197455
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He has one good eye and is missing the other. The socket of his missing eye squints with a disturbing and unfathomable insight.
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197411
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Whispers flew, like wild darts across the room. I didn’t know what I was supposed to say. Right then, it wasn’t my job to figure things out; it was my job to cry.
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197421
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At 1 a.m. Route 205 is empty. Del drives. Carla sits in the darkness with the directions to the Nassau County Jail on her lap...
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1974104
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What happens to a town when all of its songbirds go on strike?
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197442
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Ghostriders in the syand rainbows in my mindor was itrainbow in the skyghostriders in my mind?I can't remember ...And apparently this body is not 200 characters long, so I add some text so this pearl too can be read (ahum) My body is only 170 characters long, snif,…
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1974125
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Thistle and cracked corn were thrown to us each morning and the occasional live chicken...
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1974104
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They live a simple life..two solitudes by lamplight.
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19741310
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sacred ground bleached with the salt of bitter tears
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1973148
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To stop the world from explodingLike Krypton. It has to be.Like purple flowers we're there on Burnt battlefields. It raises its flag, Too, and continues the march towardThe dreaming sun in spite ofAll the smoke and ash thisWorld has to offer. Our…
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197370
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"Do you have to call your brother a loser? He is not a loser and that was just uncalled for"
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19731613
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197294
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Three hours isn't that long.
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1972135
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She slipped into a silky sheath dress, and stepped into black sequined heels just as the doorbell rang. Her date had arrived to take her to his much touted Art opening in town. Reaching under the bathroom sink for a final mist of hair spray she realized too late…
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197274
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Juniper Mélange was a cat person, not a dog person. Truly detested when she perceived falseness in another person. She wore glasses and drank tea. Had dark straight hair and light skin. She dressed conservatively and would watch the sky most days. She wou
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