Most read stories

Subj: re: doing time ...

17351735 views1919 comments1010 favs

The jail, where I stayed for 48 hours, gave me enough information to write a 180-page book, something I resisted setting out upon due to the insult of it.

What She Thought It Was

17351735 views1010 comments33 favs

She refuses to let her eyes cry. Her eyes played tricks on her and showed her one thing was really another. They don't deserve to cry.

Parabola Tango

17351735 views1616 comments1111 favs

Is there a recipe for / lasting happiness?

Obituary

17351735 views77 comments55 favs

He drifted for years: No forwarding. No phone.

Kurosawa's Rain

17351735 views22 comments22 favs

The rain fell from the roof. It fell from my voice and and my eyes. Toshiro's Kukichiro stomped gutshot through the mud with his katana. Young and beautiful, Mifumi died there on the screen though he doesn't really die for fifty or more years, they think from something…

juvenile haiku

17351735 views99 comments77 favs

leaves of a season/float into a brook among/bubbles fit to burst.

stoplight - (haiku love series - #2)

17341734 views00 comments00 favs

stoplight - (haiku love series - #2) eyes lock in a gaze glimpses of my future spark then you walk away

A Conversation between a Dead Man, Himself and His Alarm Clock

17341734 views33 comments00 favs

He was dead when he tried to wake up. “Wake up,” he yelled silently to himself, although it didn’t sound silent to his voice. “Brr, brr, brr,” shouted his alarm clock as it glared two red fives, a colon and a seven

Visiting Sally

17341734 views1818 comments1717 favs

Buddy was in a garage band. They were pretty good. “Soul Harbor“ they called themselves.

Sunday Cookout

17341734 views1010 comments77 favs

She thrust her proboscis through seven layers of dermis and began to suck, filling her belly with his Welbutrin and Xanax infused blood.

Deep June Pool

17341734 views66 comments66 favs

I may be the shadow that I am, but I only ever loved you.

something funny from Jennifer

17341734 views66 comments66 favs

4. A pig's orgasm lasts 30 minutes. > > (In my next life, I want to be a pig.)

the origin of perfume

17341734 views1010 comments66 favs

I see young girls in their white summer dresses and remember how I was like that, light youth that barely touched the ground. Screwing and unscrewing the lid of a salt shaker (sitting at a table.) Swinging a shoe off the tip of my toes. Rubbing a foot u

My Tongue

17341734 views1111 comments55 favs

A nun once told me to watch my tongue. This is not an easy thing to do.

evening cigarette

17341734 views88 comments55 favs

It's short.

Foundling

17341734 views2727 comments88 favs

They discovered the baby in the grass, under the snapping cotton sheets.

MindLight

17341734 views11 comment11 fav

{Chapter iv of Undermind} "What do you think of the light in our city at night?" It spreads out in every direction, following the hills and valleys of the city, visible into the far distance from the Penthouse party room on the 44th floor. "Gorgeous!…

The Kid Who Knew Something

17341734 views33 comments00 favs

Shannon refused to jump from the castle drawbridge to the gigantic truck tire sunk halfway down in the playground quicksand. He just stood there-arms folded across his chest, bony knees sticking out from beneath ratty cutoffs-in silence, looking to Rollie

Trapeze Artist

17331733 views1515 comments1313 favs

Solitude is such an excellent alternative to suicide.

The Poet Reads

17331733 views1313 comments77 favs

If ever I read a poem aloud It will not be from a podium’s shelter

December 17

17331733 views66 comments66 favs

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

A Question of Choice

17331733 views2020 comments1010 favs

The contrast can be summed up in a sip.

Clicking

17331733 views00 comments00 favs

Reining her small hands around the molded handle grips, her bottom bouncing athwart and wildly off the seat, Symphony wrenches her center of gravity inward, commandeering as much control from the road it would allow. With her breaks behaving as stubborn

Borges in the SUB

17331733 views2121 comments88 favs

"There's Borges."

The Man Whose Wife Lived in His Neck

17331733 views2323 comments1515 favs

This is the story of the man whose wife lived in his neck. Every morning, he would turn to her and say, "Hello, Sweetheart. How was your night?" and she would answer, Brilliant! What else?

Considering the Mailman

17331733 views77 comments22 favs

It’s not just the mailman. It’s the logo on the mailbox down the street. It’s the uniform. It’s any man or woman in the whole unsettling profession.

For The Sea of Pill

17331733 views11 comment22 favs

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,…

Hobos: Paris vs. San Francisco

17331733 views77 comments22 favs

French pee runs stronger, less minty. In France the world' a pissoir.

The Billygoat: A Beast Fable

17331733 views11 comment11 fav

“I will become a respected novelist!” proclaimed Billy.

You

17331733 views1010 comments99 favs

"Lately I've been thinking a baby's the only way I might be able to hang on to you."