Most read stories

The Paris American

18591859 views44 comments22 favs

He returned to America on the Fourth of July. Twisting in his cramped window seat miles above the Atlantic, he buckled up before the descent. “You can handle this,” he muttered. Hungover, still reeling from the dreamy head-turning experience of…

Wife

18591859 views4040 comments2424 favs

What used to be a scene has broken into fragments and blips of her on a screen I can’t control or manipulate.

Why They Cried: Jisette

18591859 views44 comments00 favs

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

some precursors of Mantegna

18591859 views66 comments44 favs

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 …

Razor Wire

18591859 views66 comments22 favs

I flip up my hoodie, pull the string tight across my lips until it cuts into them, pull tighter, saw back and forth until blood warms the hairs on my chin.

Gateway to the Continent

18581858 views22 comments22 favs

I got to Victoria station at quarter to eleven on a Friday with nothing but a small leather bag and the vague idea of getting out of London.

Dirty Aubade

18581858 views77 comments55 favs

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

Actual Reality

18581858 views99 comments88 favs

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…

Game Night

18581858 views33 comments11 fav

We’re all competitive and drunk.

Litter Box

18581858 views1616 comments1515 favs

When I died, she said, she was going to have me cremated and put my ashes in the cats’ litter box.

Strip (Her)

18581858 views77 comments66 favs

There’s not enough cigarette cloud to conceal her, malnourished and pale beneath blue and pink lights that summon 80s-era skate rinks. She saunters towards the center of the stage, asking her bored expression to convey detachment, while a DJ that fits the

5000 years

18581858 views1010 comments55 favs

"She had been warned." (this started as a fun alien story and then took a human turn.)

Undressing The Moon

18581858 views33 comments00 favs

the white moon is dangling by a thread tonight you close your eyes and listen to it undress and suppress, suppress you listen to it undress while you yourself hang lifeless in your own arms not meaning to do yourself any harm, not

December 17

18571857 views66 comments66 favs

When she finally arrived it was like a cello playing inside me

Charlie Rose Chats with Mark Twain

18571857 views1717 comments1212 favs

It could probably be shown by facts and figures that there is no distinctly native American criminal class except Congress.

If Wishes Were Horses Beggars Would Ride

18571857 views44 comments22 favs

Two people are talking. They are both wearing hats.

The Secret

18571857 views66 comments44 favs

The sudden sound of his engine starting breaks the silence of the hot, summer, Florida night. As he drives away in his black Chevy truck he glances in the rear view mirror at his girlfriend's house. He tries to forget about the girl he is leaving behind. His heart begins to…

A Deaf Man

18571857 views1111 comments44 favs

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…

A Broken Ankle, Canasta, and a Weirdly Sexy Jesus Sighting

18571857 views1010 comments88 favs

nothing can stop a group of genteel Southern women from a card game, and divine intervention makes one's participation in such an event quite worthwhile

Comes a Little Dog

18571857 views1010 comments22 favs

Time Holds Ultimately Nothing Dear Except Reunion

The Man Who Lived Amongst the Cannibals

18571857 views77 comments55 favs

“Ah Willie! Ah my boy! You poor sweet faced youth. Gone now! Our memories, Willie, our memories will haunt us forever with your laughter, your joy, your enduring excuses, your misspellings & badly slanted penmanship. Oh Willie. My boy. Gone & gone f

The Guardian

18571857 views1414 comments1111 favs

.

the morality of pens: a sonnet

18571857 views1010 comments99 favs

poets can kill, or at least they once could:/ perhaps poems tamed us, if they are any good.

Hundreds of Hefner Girlfriends Lost, Feared Dead

18561856 views99 comments11 fav

I've come to the Playboy Mansion on a mission of mercy. Hugh Hefner, my good buddy, has just lost two girlfriends in a single day!

Wild Dreams of Reality, 9

18561856 views00 comments00 favs

As we sat at the cafe, Darrell told me that he had to make a mushroom delivery to one of his clients in Berkeley. I never knew whether it was legal or illegal business he was on, and he made a point of not telling me, because he said it was better I didn

Rainbow

18561856 views11 comment00 favs

“What I really want to know is, why is a straight guy called Caspar opening a lesbian leather bar in Berlin anyway?” Shona asked. “Schöneberg must really be going to the dogs.”

Encasement

18561856 views22 comments00 favs

A universe, all of it, was encased in glass.

PORNOGRAPHY

18561856 views44 comments55 favs

PORNOGRAPHY First He went across the floor to where she sat. One sleeve of her shirt dropped to show her shoulder, salted and brown. One hundred fish filled the wave. Now, he said. Now is now. Second The car wouldn't…

Outfit

18561856 views1212 comments1212 favs

Momma called them Vaughens, "a outfit," and said, "they shoulda throwed the book at that Darla Jean."

We Don't Need a Guitar Man

18561856 views55 comments22 favs

The courtroom smelled a lot like mold and it was hot as you could imagine. I sweated through my shirt and wondered if he wasn’t dying under his robe. He looked down at me from his bench and I just knew he was going to call me a commie and sentence me to l