1822 1 1
|
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…
|
182221
|
so one time the Holy Ghost come down to Stumptown
|
182211
|
After lunch it's vocal coaching: shrieking, screaming, crying Oh-my-God!-Oh-my-God!-Oh-my-God!, panting and face fanning. Next it's ‘situational training', where we pretend to be audience members on real talk shows and practice everything we've learned th
|
182200
|
His mouth smiled but his icy eyes did not. "You like it?," he asked with a thin deflated voice. "Old family recipe. Enjoy."
|
1822119
|
The taste of / what is denied us is always sweet
|
182264
|
Belief is a hammer, like saying the mind is a piece of iron.
|
1821912
|
Control and decorum. Manners. Practice such to protect yourself and others.
|
182184
|
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…
|
182143
|
The scaffolding had been difficult to construct. The rock floor of the bluff offered no purchase, so he'd been forced to anchor braces to the trees behind, then span some thirty feet. A cantilevered gallows reached another fifteen feet past the stage...
|
18211913
|
The squirrels will not stop peeing on the trees.
|
182172
|
leaning over the banister, her Christmas waist making the wood swoon and creak, a warning sign if there ever was one...
|
182182
|
the dogneck gave no support
|
182173
|
We spend life, or much of it rather, chasing epiphanies promised to us by hip prophets and free spirits.
|
182120
|
She suggested just moving in together. A lot less constrained by convention she, on occasion, did not wear a bra.
|
182197
|
leaves of a season/float into a brook among/bubbles fit to burst.
|
182153
|
It's a pretty strange feeling when you think you're about to bite into some ice cream and instead it's gazpacho.
|
18202217
|
Sometimes cats had to die or dogs
|
1820107
|
She thrust her proboscis through seven layers of dermis and began to suck, filling her belly with his Welbutrin and Xanax infused blood.
|
1820173
|
My swinging purse sent saucers tinkling to the tile and the copper-headed waitress flew over, swooping on the shatter, clutching clean forks like a handful of flowers.
|
182063
|
Marlene smiles at me with her lips pressed together. The young girl standing with her can't be more than fourteen or fifteen although she is tall for her age. She too smiles. She has an intricate set of braces on her teeth. I can't tell if Marlene has teeth
|
182044
|
Your kiss has spread like a fever, persistent and catastrophic for an ill-prepared heart like mine.
|
182021
|
The Marigold gloves are yellow (figures!) and medium, the apron ironed with a touch of starch added...
|
182011
|
Let there fly the sticky platypus of love, resplendent beak of the sleek.
|
1819108
|
Time to pull in the shining teeth, but it makes me so sad, you know I'd rather be holding hands. The others have told me, don't hold back, hit them with every white knuckle, and let them bleed out, I'd rather be kissing your face. It hurts,…
|
181999
|
“Have you ever thought what stars are made of?”
“No,” he said.
The man nodded seriously. “I hadn’t either. Not until I met the Star Catcher. He told me all the stars in the universe are actually coins. Coins! Big coins. Small coins. Different colors
|
18191413
|
I formed a snowball in my bare hands. Hard as a rock, I let her fly.
|
1819128
|
"Stop watching the news!Because the news contrives to frighten youTo make you feel small and aloneTo make you feel that your mind isn't your own"--MorrisseyThe world has gone crazy, but please let me make you One of my healing songs. You can eat it now, if you…
|
181912
|
And I just want to say that my morning song is better than yours. I want you to hear it buzzing in me like an old radiator. I want you to do what you’ve done before. To press your ear against the skin and listen for the static.
|
181982
|
|
18192714
|
Your writing offended the editors greatly, and we would select certain word choices we disliked, but we truly hated every word, including mere articles, prepositions, and conjunctions.
|
