1866 5 5
|
If there is an airport, it is one of dreams. If there is a dream, it is one of shadows. If there are shadows, there is not much more but the thoughts of a short man meeting a short woman on a runway of forbidden desires, in a foreign city belonging to n
|
186621
|
“Excuse me–where are the pig’s feet?”
|
186683
|
Sometimes they bleat like sheep when I shave in the shower. They live in a complex social order.
|
186651
|
Lothario Jones rounded the corner and skidded to a stop, trying to catch his breath. He was in a tight spot. The Journeymen were still hot on his trail. His Danger Pistol was out of radium pellets, and his once-full Bag of Tricks was now empty ...
|
186611
|
...you vigorously screamed blasphemies at inanimate objects
|
186555
|
These are the small miracles we witness from my barrio stoop.
|
186597
|
The drip of rank meat, his muzzle, his back-barbed tongue: red.
|
186596
|
People suck. They suck you down, and if you're not careful, they'll ruin you.
|
186531
|
I took it in my hands and used it on my lips. The taste was just hers: her touch, her smell, her breath in the winter nights. She was in this. Everything we had was in this tube.
|
186586
|
We are prisoners of anticipation.
|
186584
|
He was ready for the rub. Tense. She could always tell. The legs, the shuffles. He had to be frantic before he would come to her, his own wife. Vanity, fright. She could read him like a book open on the table, turn his pages the way a fish flakes. "It's comfort night,…
|
1865128
|
Are they too old for life's little pleasures? The answer comes as I pass them on the canyon road one morning.
|
186553
|
I opened my switchblade mouth and sliced
through the scab of silence.
|
1865138
|
When you bring information, it does not arrive.
|
186520
|
...will it be as overwhelmingly dull and tedious as de Sade?
|
1864119
|
Your precious feet were there once, pressed against the familiar floorboards, where your poems suddenly appeared to you, flashing like lightning. I wonder which window they came in? Here's a thought: you were like that window. You caught…
|
186443
|
"I accept it," Leo said in a low voice. "I accept it all. I know who I am, I know who you are, I might even know who Martin is, now. We all have to share this. I think I will forgive you, because I can'
|
1864136
|
Q: This name in Basque means “owns a new house.” A: What is “Xavier”?
|
1864124
|
I was more annoyed at the scream, the icy air around us and our eventual destination–his parents, the club, small talk, all that drunken insignia.
|
186420
|
I remember being sent a picture once from one of my old roommates, Louise, back in Chicago where I came from. The photo was taken when she’d come out for a visit to California. In the picture I am sitting on the front stairs of my house in the Rockridge
|
186421
|
The air has its dark confessional, and I have mine. Hot is called raw by some, hate mixed with malice for others. I am only separated by this dark window of time from you, but you never feared the lovely or the lonely.
|
18642313
|
I am abandoned to the mundane/
calculations of a small mind/
trapped by small considerations
|
186433
|
Blacked-out out on junk, I bet money on a sport I hated just last year.
|
186400
|
If you want job security on this planet, you'd better study art.
|
186455
|
|
186432
|
The ideas just came to them. "Nothing On" consisted of a television on a small stand, playing an endless loop of "Jersey Shore." "Shopping Bores Me" was a men's flannel shirt from American Apparel on an otherwise empty rack.
|
186300
|
“It's going to be hitting around the mid-90's tomorrow” said the television expert. “So what? Like 1995?” “Maybe, perhaps even '96” “Does this mean I should break out my Backstreet Boys record?” …
|
186310
|
Conjoined - her hardened nipple brushing, softly, against him, his chest hair caressing her skin like a thousand hungry lovers’ fingers – the perfect moment lasted eternity.
|
186322
|
Pauleen tries to split open her legs because she doesn’t understand how to love someone without them.
|
186365
|
All happy families are alike; each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way. All was confusion in the Lubrecht house. Baby Lubrecht had discovered that his favorite blankey, thought by him to have been lost, was in fact being used by his older sister, Lilly Lubrecht.…
|
