1929 25 12
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...fancy the idea of tapas, Spain an' all.
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1929 17 13
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1928 22 17
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The world is full of dead dogs
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1928 5 0
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How many of them, I'm wondering, are just going through the motions until the power goes out and never comes back on again? They've got to know the Americans will never let the city fall to the færies.
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1928 7 5
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We could kiss under the elder tree, even though it was forbidden, even though we were drowned by the noise of the river and nothing we said was right
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1928 14 3
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You have a house (plural, as in Spain)
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1928 1 1
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Eyes so much deeper, that the internal flow could not hope to equal the intensity fired beyond iris, pupil and sclera. So blue, that life could not exist in the fragile shape of his heart, blue veins outlining an ever enlargening circumference…
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1928 18 19
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1928 11 8
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They are always there. Stoic and steady.
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1928 1 1
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Steve Bancroft’s future wife showed up at his door that same night, slamming her hand loudly against the door and shouting for him. “Steve, Steve, wake up. Damn it, come on. You forgot to pick me up at the airport. Who are you in there with? I said wa
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1928 16 15
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The dancer was a little chubby, but I didn't mind. It gave her more to shake.
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1927 17 10
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Some idiot was gonna let a snake eat him. I know, but I saw it on the internets. That's some dumb-assed stuff right there. Everyone knows about snakes. The Jesus book tells us all about them, inside us, slithering through ruby-red and eating our guilt from inside out.…
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1927 8 0
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“You always use that as a crutch. You, a sixteen year old girl. The way you were…” She looked at me, shaking her head, looking at my body as if remembering some wrong, some thing that should not have been.
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1927 4 0
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There was that long weekend she'd spent lazing around a suite at the Beverly Wilshire between the Golden Globes and the Oscars with the suddenly now married actor, and then there had been Cabo. This was before the current thing and before the thing before
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1927 3 2
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It wasn't meant to happen like this— the shutter, the feeling of breathlessness when he touched her shoulder, even after he had pointed out all of the things she had done incorrectly throughout the day. They had been married for five years in February, and as…
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1927 0 0
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1927 4 1
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At that time I was meeting Jacob at 3:30 each afternoon in Joan of Arc Park so we could walk dogs together. This was our job.
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1927 6 4
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Light. And shade. Line and shape. Colour, form and perspective. Wall, wood, ceiling or canvas. Pigment in eggyolk or linseed oil. Stroked by brush or spread by knife. On small panels or plastered on vast spaces. All these problems to be worked over and solved. Then …
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1927 13 5
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Dad woke us up and said it was time to go.
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1926 6 6
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4. A pig's orgasm lasts 30 minutes.
> > (In my next life, I want to be a pig.)
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1926 9 11
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I answered with my usual economy of words. If someone wants more, they must ask, and he did.
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1926 5 2
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I think I’m the best Marilyn Monroe there ever was.
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1926 5 5
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Crawl to the dark places I love most, loud music and off key laughter, glimmering green and brown bottles eagerly holding the dim lights overhead inside themselves like ransomed stars.
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1926 13 12
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Let’s talk about Chattanooga, the cloud / mountains, the monastery bench, drunk / at sunset
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1926 6 4
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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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1926 15 11
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There was nothing to do but dream ourselves forward. Nothing to do but not die.
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1926 27 8
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They discovered the baby in the grass, under the snapping cotton sheets.
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1926 10 5
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"She had been warned." (this started as a fun alien story and then took a human turn.)
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1926 1 2
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Crea grew up above a pet store and now she dreams of cats. There are too many of them to name, a slinking mess of calico, tabby, tortoise-shell, black and white. There are more each night. They whisper to her, words made of hissing mewls. During the…
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1926 1 1
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For a fleeting moment, eyes seemed to clear and the man spoke as if he were coming out of the pea soup fog that formed over the lake on spring mornings.
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