1683 1 1
|
The closed door swallowed up both voices, and all I could make out afterward were muffled pleas and angry answers that died completely.
|
1682 17 9
|
He deplaned Air France flight 9 from JFK to Charles de Gaulle airport at quarter past noon.
|
1682 21 8
|
Wind pummeled me awake, smelling of pine and some quality of newness I could not identify...
|
1682 5 0
|
When I got word from Mary Jo, she warned me that Mitchell Parkman was out looking for me with a butcher knife. I knew immediately what I had to do. I packed up my things and sold the Pepsi van and moved up to a room on Regent Street in Berkeley, all the w
|
1682 1 1
|
Her thumbs tucked beneath the waistline of her pants, slightly pulling them down to expose the eternity between belly button and bliss. I looked up at her as I slid my tongue along the rail of her hip, sucking at its point.
|
1682 5 3
|
Another Saturday in April. Another set of scars.
|
1682 14 9
|
|
1682 2 1
|
I kept a journal
for so many years
I've forgotten
everything I wrote.
|
1682 14 5
|
She's the one you remember when there's talk of the blow.
|
1682 6 4
|
A junkyard Bison seems an odd choice over the usual dog, but it did the job--trampling trespassers, vagrants and unautorized salvagers with a violent and admirable efficiency
|
1682 1 0
|
"So" he started, which troubled me enough to turn back around and make such focused eye contact that I did not even notice his glass was again full, "you wanted to talk?"
|
1682 5 5
|
Alessandro was no ordinary demon (what demon is?), insofar as he had Constable Pulce's number. In demonly fashion he had Pulce's number in a way Pulce himself did not.
|
1681 1 2
|
["GET UP, GET GET, GET DOWN ... 9-11'S A JOKE IN *your* TOWN!"]
|
1681 5 5
|
These are the small miracles we witness from my barrio stoop.
|
1681 10 1
|
Loving you, I always knew, was a job I’d only get via a dead woman’s shoes. There you were, the recipient of pot roasts, fresh bread, at a loss amongst neighbourhood widows and divorcees. A tide of them rolled over you in calico blouses, cut off jeans
|
1681 7 4
|
Things aren't going to get better are they? Would you like a sugar cube? No. Are you sure? I put acid on it. Oh, well yes, I guess then. Cool. Things might get better for a little bit then. Or horribly worse. Ha. Awesome. They taste like an orgasm…
|
1681 7 4
|
The investigator starts by accumulating facts, as many facts as he can. He sifts through them with meticulous precision, leaving no leaf unturned, no page unread.
|
1681 12 9
|
His knife enters the Maui onion. He minces garlic and applies heat to pan and melts sweet cream butter and browns the garlic first and then he adds the onion and more heat, but it's time that will surely caramelize them. Salt and pepper and splashes of wine for the pan and…
|
1681 10 8
|
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…
|
1681 1 1
|
Perhaps a blue person is more alive underneath than a red. Red is eye-catching and flashy, but blue is substantial, secretive. Of course, blood is red, and there’s nothing more substantial than blood, but we’re on blue at the moment, and the thought
|
1681 7 7
|
I want to be that daring gardener who ploughs up her front yard -- to the horror of the Neighborhood Association.
|
1681 14 8
|
When Kat returned home from The East Street Wars, she learned that her epileptic lover, White Dog, died from madness
|
1681 11 9
|
He asked me to bury him in Vegas.
Instead, I had him cremated in Trenton.
|
1680 4 1
|
Dad must have walked around with me 20 times, the store closed around us and finally he said I could have one. They were all in different poses and sizes, with black spots. Except one. One had silver spots.
|
1680 4 3
|
|
1680 2 0
|
a store called ROCKING FROCKS. In its window was a black tee shirt that said in big white letters, I'M NOT A SLUT, I'M WITH THE BAND.
|
1680 2 0
|
I love reading about myself. There's nothing more gratifying than seeing my name in the paper, knowing so many people are interested in who I am and what I do.
|
1680 12 7
|
The calls come in a few times a week. When the unknown someone calls Safety Now, Radon Testing and Elimination Headquarters, Mrs. R. wonders who it is that just sits silently on the other end of the line. She wants to say, "Look, if you're a bill colle
|
1680 15 12
|
She wears three or four tattered sweaters on cool days. She pushes a basket borrowed from a grocery store. There is a plastic lawn bag in the basket with God knows what inside.
|
1680 7 5
|
my God, I have no time, no time
|