1951 4 2
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Great Uncle did stunts in silents and shot a man in a cowboy one-reeler, then vanished to the hills like Roy Earle in High Sierra.
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19501315
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Somewhere a banjo, somewhere a hound.
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1950118
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They are always there. Stoic and steady.
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19501212
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Momma called them Vaughens, "a outfit," and said, "they shoulda throwed the book at that Darla Jean."
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195012
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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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194933
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A joust. A tournament. A playing field. ¶ Hmm . . .
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194984
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Cleaning the dust bunnies from under our lives, Zin says she wants to move to the country, maybe someplace as big as Texas. She claims that lately she's having trouble breathing between bricks or talking to hot chestnut vendors with rubber faces. It's giving her nightmares…
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194986
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When the boy held the rifle’s sights on a living creature, his breath stilled and his heartbeat swimming in his ears, his father seemed close.
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194956
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She told me one way to deal with it would be to put everything in a box and burn it.
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194910
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"It was here where he’d first seen the girl—Nan. Slender, with brown hair, pale skin, sitting on a bench, and reading from a pile of papers on her lap."
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194998
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Travel into the beautiful swirling being you occupy whenever you get the chance. It's your right to seek the name of the most holy one in your deepest awakening. Then will you most likely find fellow travelers splashing about in their naked auras in…
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1949107
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Difference 'twixt night and day
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194982
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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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19491412
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A sweet fog rises to the rafters. Inhale.
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1949105
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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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194832
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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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1948143
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You have a house (plural, as in Spain)
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1948128
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No fuckin' way, Maude. Excuse me, but you know I can't stand that bag of wind. No way.
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194843
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194875
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Lila began to hear whispers coming from her home's air vents and quickly assumed people were watching her. Maybe that was why the yard was not progressing she thought. The unknowns talking to her through the vents had control over everything she did.
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19481312
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Let’s talk about Chattanooga, the cloud / mountains, the monastery bench, drunk / at sunset
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194897
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They say
it was like an elephant
married to a dove.
Imagine, me,
a dove!
Ridículo!
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19482512
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...fancy the idea of tapas, Spain an' all.
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194887
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"I've been on eight blind dates in three days," she tells me. I can't quite work the math out, but somehow the combination of her wildly undulating eyebrows and harsh vocal tone manage to convince me."I can play the kazoo," I tell her. It's my one saving grace--the thing…
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194862
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They stood at the intersection waiting for the light to change so they could cross the highway.
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1948177
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Through its branches we saw a couple. Teenagers, narrow and pale, two young birch trees, their roots twisted, submerged in the water.
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194742
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I know I know how many times you want me to tell you I’m sorry, okay?
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194701
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They drifted for months, locked between the vast merciless blue and the withering sun. Their faces blistered and their minds bleached and weary. They conspired in the shadows, drew plans in the sawdust, they grew confident and…
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1947114
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Billy had crystal blue eyes A small mouth And long hair to cover up his Hearing aids. He told me once, with his hands How he liked to submerge His head in water and yell So loud he could feel it. "I can hear myself that way," he…
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1947169
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homelessness, you called the lie,
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