1816 5 4
|
It is late at night and you lean / over me to make sure your alarm is set.
|
1816147
|
a bird who gives messages
|
18161010
|
If he doesn't bite, I'm out of here.
|
181644
|
She lets go and it slides back too slowly.
|
181500
|
Some say the simurgh is an enormous bird with four wings, teeth, and a human face, able to carry off an elephant in her talons.
|
18151710
|
Ancestry.com The Liverpool census in 1851 lists him:Thirteen years old, Irish. Occupation: beggar. Only that. I will do more for him.I will see him in torn jacket and too-short pants singing all day of the fields, the cliffs,…
|
1815136
|
Occasionally, I look down and spit.
Not caring that it originates from
the deepest hole in my lungs,
|
1815106
|
|
181510
|
I knew her face but not her hair, at least not the right way up.
|
181510
|
"I read a cute animal story yesterday," I tell them. "And I was filled with rage. I can't live like this. There must be no more bears, or hamster-bears, or manatees, being hopeless and depressed. There must be no more cute animal stories—ever."
|
181521
|
(For Dancer and Guitar) …
|
181510
|
My best friend Khaled’s idea was, he’d set up a pool tournament. Nine-ball. Each church would send a player, and whichever church won, he’d join. Any church that wouldn’t shoot pool, he wouldn’t want to join.
|
18152112
|
It is a well-known fact that my wife sleeps around. There. I said it and now everyone knows that I too know about my wife. Let me just tell you this one thing; she has her reasons. You ask me how I know that she has her reasons, but who would know better than…
|
18152118
|
After the funeral there was a luncheon in the church basement.
|
181432
|
The smell of candy and burn... /A patriotic prose poem for the fourth of July.
|
1814168
|
dos equis ambar
sits cool and dark
by my side
|
181481
|
She had a strange name which I am ashamed/
To have forgotten, seven times, maybe nine,/
Her lips transgressors, wet with sourapple ...
|
181484
|
He wrote, wrote, wrote with the sharp eye of an eagle...
|
1814127
|
wrenched its lower back trying so hard to lift too many stacked November clouds off the newly shaved prickly heads of the slowly freezing trees,like ring weights,and had to spend the last of its hours setting in a small square box in…
|
181473
|
I, the energies moving through this body, in this particular parallel reality in this multiverse, am standing out in the middle of the night, under only stars, and surrounded by the soft, organic shapes of a tree line.
|
181432
|
Teaching never occurred to me in college. I took workshops and wrote often. Friends and classmates, meanwhile, switched from studio majors to Art Education, or from English to Certification. Not me. Teaching high-schoolers would be all wrong. Briefly, I…
|
1814148
|
you may meet the man of your dreams.
|
181411
|
Of all the things Shelly hated about her job, the music was the worst.
|
181498
|
I spot another fat lady in another part of the store, and I slap her butt, too. She tells me I'm a bad boy.
|
181422
|
In principle, Sergeant Brock Lumley resisted superstition, but if you were to stop him on any given day he was patrolling Baghdad streets with his rifle squad and ask him to open the front left ammo pouch on his flak vest, he’d get this look on his face..
|
181431
|
Jane worked out of her new husband's suburban house, struggling to remember it belonged to her too. She shook off memories of years in a rented Mid-City shotgun, an old elevated dwelling that still seemed like home. It ended up with four feet of canal water…
|
18131910
|
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.
|
181385
|
|
18131713
|
and the mass exceeds the buoyancy/
and gravity pulls you back,
|
181377
|
But on arrival Darlene was in no prompt mood to undress.
"There's some ugly sumpthin' out there along the fence, looks like it's gnawin' on sumpthin' dead."
|
