1939 5 5
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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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1939 9 4
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Three hours isn't that long.
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1939 10 10
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He says he’ll have a Bud, too. The woman taps her pencil on her pad, looks at the kid and says, “When?”
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1939 6 4
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Gorgonzola. It's what she was to bring this time. Plumtree's potted meat. What it was last time.
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1939 7 7
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She came from the land of rumpled sheets. She was the very definition of sex. She was the breeze through the wind chimes of his heart. One might say that she actually invented the orgasm. All mirages are this way. Perfect until they disappear. They
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1939 6 3
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1939 10 1
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I wonder, God. Do you sit around and play with the universe like it was your Wii? Or your Farmville? Or maybe your little iphone app? I mean, really. Did it ever occur to you that the little men, women and children on your screen actually bleed? Do you think…
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1939 4 1
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Leo, leo, leo, leo, the word itself imprinted on my brain, carved with a pearl handled blade into my cerebral cortex, into the medulla, burrowed deep into my dreams, I miss your kissing.
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1939 3 2
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So I'm digging, clawing the black earth, disappearing in its ore and shadow.
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1939 36 20
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1939 4 4
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I folded my problems into pretty paper animals to keep me company. I set them on the Formica dinette set. I jammed some into cracks so they’d stand up straight: organized warfare
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1939 2 2
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He pulls on his wispy goatee and shifts his weight a few times from one foot to the other. That doesn’t help. It rarely does, to be honest.
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1939 0 0
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La revancha! The rematch between the great matador and the impossible bull was set for La Fiesta de la Objeto Inamovible. Red-lettered posters announced the event on shuttered tiendas and busy bus stops and papered-over graffiti on the city’s walls for al
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1938 10 5
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Are we like a poem, a short hand of words curtained together, evoking a mood, but in the end, impenetrable? We follow the clues to our lover's heart and what we find isn't him at all but ourselves. We fill every part of his life, every part of his past and even become…
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1938 2 1
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The Bike Messenger on Lexington Avenue
Comes to rest
taking a moment
in the falling rain
slowly massaging the
veins at the top
of his bald head
Cracking his neck
while the yellow cabs start
honking behind him
Unwilling to mov
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1938 14 5
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1938 12 13
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Papadad has one good eye. The other fell out during a rant and has since been replaced by a rifle scope, which he uses to scrutinise enemies.——Papadad is an authority on everything, even topics he has not researched. He expatiates on these at the dinner table,…
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1938 5 4
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You know how it is, one day a good friend sends you this long note telling you how-the-hell they are or aren't getting along in the frigging world
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1938 8 2
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The depth of her love for Briana could only be heard on the 80’s ballads station fumbling from the stereo in Madi’s car, awkward, just like her smile.
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1938 5 1
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She watches too much VH1 for a five-year-old.
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1937 7 5
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Every time I squished an ant with my finger, I felt a piece of me loosen and chisel off.
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1937 13 11
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I am constricted by rings. The weight of self crushes me.
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1937 8 8
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Out the window we could see the parking lot and, across the street, the Bijou Moonlight Laundromat.
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1937 18 15
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Together / they peeled and fed each other pink fruit, / ordered expensive pink beef, went on / vacations and viewed pink sunsets / on paradise beaches.
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1937 6 3
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I can tell you all about rock bottom.
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1937 13 10
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sacred ground bleached with the salt of bitter tears
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1937 17 8
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Mama loves birds but is afraid to fly.
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1936 12 4
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all / the secret letters/ ever dreamed up
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1936 3 1
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"Not a fan?" Beth asks, feeling a sliver of happiness move through her. He furrows his brow. "Then what brings you here?"
"I'm here to pick up girls," Steve says simply. "Want to hit the buffet table? Want to run away to Mexico?"
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1936 2 2
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Once or twice he sees her around town when he’s out driving but other than that, I mean, it’s not like he was stalking her, he didn’t know where she went to school or what she did for a part-time job, he didn’t care, he wasn’t interested.
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