1996 0 1
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Word traveled fast at school on Monday. Emma Jakowski had actually captured him. He was being held in her dad's tool shed. Anyone who wanted to see him had to be in the Jakowski's backyard by 3:15 that afternoon, chocolate bunny ears in hand. It was no…
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1996115
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Beside her door there was a black squirrel in the dogwood she saw scratched his armpit.
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199620
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...to know something people around you don’t know can put you outside of them. And then you can’t get back in...
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19961813
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The young man is back again, solo,
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19962214
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the signature of God/
consigning everything/
to the saturating energies of time.
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199696
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We married in the ruins of a pachinko hall, the tiny bones in the pocket of your tracksuit luring a pack of wild dogs out from the underpass.
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1996208
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The music, Antonín Dvořák's 'New World Symphony,' the second movement, 'Largo,' immediately alters my mood.
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199632
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One day my mother's lover shaved his beard and legs. Said he couldn’t fit into his tight jeans anymore.
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19951512
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Absinthe makes the heart grow fonder.
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19951211
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I knew my mother would die by the weekend
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1995129
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199596
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he’s recognizable in the earliest images of misery: a hand shoving a young gladiator before the lion; the fire devouring a witch in Salem. And here he is. Again.
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199400
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... all my friends are girls; I like opera; I can answer all the questions about male and female ejaculation – without stammering – in sex ed. classes.
And Braydon? In boardshorts, tall and tanned and naked from the waist up ...
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1994176
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Tasha loved to tease the rain. She sat still with her legs folded on the bench, never once looking the clouds in the eye.
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199484
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It don't knock you down to the goddamned ground and push your face into the mat and dare you to get back up. Just so it can knock you down again. They don't have real dreams. Dreams that make them wake up in the middle of the night. Hurting. Wanting.
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199463
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“I need an ambulance, we found a baby in a ditch.”
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199463
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199451
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"I wonder what happened to Murder Man and Lust Girl?" wondered The Black Toadstool. The Anti-Justice League were in Machu Picchu, on a short vacation after taking over most of South America and the South Pole. The South Pole had been so easy. …
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19943620
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199351
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It was the shock of black hair twisted into a long thick braid that got our attention and made us want to find meaning here. Albert thought he recognized the hair in the grave.
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19932915
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Even solid seeming concrete creeps/
in time to form the faint smile of deflection./
A marble rolls along the catenary grin.
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199363
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I often thought about touching those slippery flames between my thumb and index finger.
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1993209
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In that mix of sports and religion, TV was what there was of virtue. I thought bars were nicer.
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1993124
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was yesterday’s dawn breaking in the high sky/ meant for us?
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199364
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What led to the current situation was that about a year ago the conceptual artist had been shocked to read in a small item in a newspaper that a conceptual artist in China had also grown an ear on his forearm and this discovery had led the conceptual artist to make a …
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199383
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Can't please everyone / Or sail in all directions / Sail on / Stay the course / Still the ill-pleased storms come / To suck the wind from my sails
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199332
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Out here in nearly nowhere I met this man. About him I know something something, and no one can tell me otherwise.
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199231
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“That’s just Ryan W. Bradley—son of a bitch knows better by now.”
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199200
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Ben tossed the newspaper aside, muttering. Carol, curled up on the sofa, peered past the glasses at the tip of her nose and past the crossword puzzle.
"What?"
"The Brits wanted to fight rather than be taken hostage. They had an escort boat ridin
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199271
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Homer relaxes in his tan, faded recliner, remote in hand, and watches death unfold on his television.
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