1854 0 0
|
We've got our gang colors on because we're out for retribution. T.S. Eliot made an appearance at a writer's conference on De-Privileging the Dead White Male last night, and the head of a low-residency poetry program tossed hot green tea on him.
|
1854104
|
|
185442
|
To Charles Bukowski "I haven't shat or pissed in seven years," she tells him, negotiating each word around the Marlboro. Because he doesn't know what else to say, Isaiah asks, "Haven't you seen a …
|
185401
|
My heart and mind, eyes, hands and lips — Yours.
|
185477
|
The careful paths of larger versions gave me enough time to think, to sense their fears from pauses between footsteps, and prepare those minutes, hours, weeks before they decomposed into my whole.
|
185400
|
What a hoot men are. For years I tried to get Jim to share the cooking. This is how that worked. One Monday night I'd whipped up a meal of steak, tossed salad, two veggies, and dessert with coffee. The next day was Jim's turn to cook and he came home
|
185421
|
It wasn't that I couldn’t imagine it. Rather, I could almost conjure the choreography to mind. One of his hands would graze at the side of my face. One finger would extend and stroke me, from my temples to my chin. He would press my body against something
|
185497
|
powerless against the memory of the earth-bank and the river flows, through a susurrus field of a million quills
|
185355
|
The generalized mania and rage was for anything prior, the rare and the bygone, anything that might have been overlooked, anything that might otherwise have been forgotten for good and forever.
|
185354
|
1I don't like it when they leave the heads on.I mean it's not nice, is it.The idyllic order of the abattoir.Mary is on stunning and bleeding.She prefers evisceration.Still, the work's ok and it's her day off tomorrow.Deft hands perform their daily ballet.Mary had a…
|
185322
|
Hi, I'm Harmony Korine. I esteem douchebags.
|
1853127
|
my space heater throws a pale orange light
my white candles flicker in the middle of the night
|
185300
|
A Nonfiction Behind the Scenes look at how the Arcana Magi Universe came to existence.
|
1853108
|
The planet looks so peaceful from space doesn't it? Want a blue Gumball? Like a pancake batter with bluish dye mixed into Its big yellow bowl and carried out by a winking Victorian Butler. Like a bowling ball with just the right Weight for your…
|
185311
|
Here is “Adrien Brody” through a Freudian lens: Calloway wanted to fuck her father. She flew to New York City to fuck a version of her father who has a name similar to an actor with an interesting nose and a lot of talent. Neither Calloway nor the actor n
|
185342
|
when the sun goes down alone
vice is forgotten in the night wind
your lover's voice
on the phone
held fast in the balance
of gravity and momentum
overcoming inanimate objects
and the unknown
|
185332
|
Today's girls all look the same. Angie isn't even sure if one leaves and a new one enters. They blend together like paper-dolls, clinging to one another, connected, braided. This morning, while one of them lies with her legs in a V, the alarm goes off
|
185341
|
Paul Shaffer and his cloned henchman Mini Paul come rattling through the early morning sky in a modified World War I biplane.
|
185353
|
Commencons (let us begin) our deconstruction of la bouteille typique de shampooing (the typical shampoo bottle).
|
185321
|
It will only be minutes before I can slip out of this shelter, but time has suspended itself like a web over the sky. I look up and see a break in the clouds moving north from the furthest tip of Lake Erie. Rain turns to drizzle, other guests arrive toget
|
1853209
|
Leaves dance their way down,unfazed by this September heat. Bus stop routines set already-summer ended years ago.A chipmunk scampers undera parked truck while once againthe young man does his morning…
|
18521514
|
You need buttered broths and to
copy old writings by hand by
very poor light.
|
185232
|
He arrives at the appointed hour, driving up the dusty road in his '68 Ford truck. On the side is stenciled “Sampson's Farrier Service.” He parks in front of the barn. Patience watches from the front porch, where she has just set down a…
|
185244
|
Do you spend most of your time on Facebook, or all of your time on Facebook?
|
1852138
|
The human/
is less dependable than these pinpricks//
and the lunar cycle.
|
185299
|
And she finds calm
in the word “Easter,”
thinking about chocolate
and, for some reason, our dog Panda. I think
of you tonight, Linda...
|
185243
|
#spotify / Elevators / Sky Burial Monologue
|
185264
|
And as you try to read, he appears.
No, not in front of you, but somewhere
just behind your eyes. You hear the sound
at the end of an argument, just before
the kiss; you see a shirt fall to the ground
in late summer; you watch him read
as his mouth
|
18522510
|
Tendering these stalks, making the pie, heralds me a holder of apron strings...
|
1852194
|
We wore cowboy hats and jeans in the pictures. They both came off once his camera disappeared.
|
