1932 5 0
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“No, dad, I've never seen urine colored pearls.”
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1932 2 1
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Beard of Bees
My father always used to say to me, he said "Son" (he called me son) "Son. Falling in love is easy. Getting into the Guinness Book of World Records is hard".
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1932 8 2
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Four in the morning. I was awake because I'm always awake. There were little fog-halos around the streetlights.
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1932 5 4
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Click-clack, click-clack. The cadence of the tracks below push George back and forth between what happened and what is to come.
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1932 1 2
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In his dreams, he swam in piles of pills. Sometimes the piles were infinite, other times the were contained, tonight the pills were intense shiny reds, chalky yellows, deep blues and matte purples and swirled around in a children's inflatable castle. Derek swam happily,…
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1932 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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1932 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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1932 25 12
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...fancy the idea of tapas, Spain an' all.
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1932 5 5
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He moved his rotten breath closer to my mouth, like he wanted to twirl his tongue around just to see how it felt.
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1932 13 11
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Max leads the parade up the hill. He is sawing on his violin, wearing nothing but a raincoat.
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1931 13 7
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If ever I read a poem aloud
It will not be from a podium’s shelter
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1931 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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1931 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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1931 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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1931 6 5
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There are glasses in the sinkfrom the water that I drink.And the books in my li-braryare not dumb and ordinary.There's a doggie at my door;did I go to the pet store?There's a puppy on my couch-ywho was happy, now she's grouchy.Was a writer, now an authoror an otter; no, an…
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1931 13 5
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Dad woke us up and said it was time to go.
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1931 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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1930 14 3
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You have a house (plural, as in Spain)
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1930 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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1930 0 0
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1930 18 19
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1930 11 8
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They are always there. Stoic and steady.
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1930 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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1930 27 8
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They discovered the baby in the grass, under the snapping cotton sheets.
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1930 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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1930 1 1
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Right away, like toadstools, there were crackpot theories. The first: that kids out on the lake dock, against fire department warnings...
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1929 20 16
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The custard of eternity is scooped into
the quantum cone of knowledge and drips
out the bottom one lifetime at a time.
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1929 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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1929 5 2
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I think I’m the best Marilyn Monroe there ever was.
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1929 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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