1866 6 3
|
In his fridge he had one piece of meat. He hadn’t been expecting me. I cooked it for him and watched him eat.
|
1866105
|
Freshly fucked,
Shirley exhaled enjoying the lingering sensations. She always felt lighter after a good orgasm, and this had been one for the record books.
|
186675
|
What's the weirdest thing you've ever used as a bookmark? I work in a library. I've seen that, and more.
|
186621
|
the champagne foam cascades like cherry blossom ensnared in the first gales of spring
|
186677
|
I want to be that daring gardener who ploughs up her front yard -- to the horror of the Neighborhood Association.
|
186621
|
Naomi saw an ad in one of those slick circulars that came in the mail. ' Wigs by Paula."
|
1866167
|
Under nervously flickering fluorescent lights / your name will grow / fed by the tongues of Those Who Never Leave
|
186685
|
Without warning his eyes expertly navigated into a closed position setting off the dream machine long without power until this very second.
|
1866136
|
4. Hers blocking driveway, his diagonal in grass
|
186697
|
I stand at the edge of the water naked as a newborn. Tiny ripples lick my toes.
|
18661514
|
I wrote this during a poetry workshop at the Atlantic Center for the Arts with Carolyn Forché. January, 2015. So much more has happened since that stunning week.
|
186622
|
|
1865129
|
If you find the place they forgot to bomb send me a hot pink postcard. The planet is only so big. We're already dipping our heels into the waters without wanting to become true believers, miserable followers. The bedtime stories will have to…
|
186521
|
I remember ...all the teenagers offered no-longer favored CDs, last year's cell phones, third-place trophies, team jerseys, played-out videogame cartridges, and candy-colored miniature stuffed animals...
|
186531
|
Everything is painted black that isn’t glass, velvet, neon, or chrome. The club is cold, and the DJ who broke-up with me while I forgot I was stoned is spinning his favorites to an empty floor. Endings have a rhythm. I heard this one coming. I can hear it
|
186500
|
It seemed like only yesterday that she was making sure to remember bottles for Hunter and now he was eating regular adult food, and they were looking into tutors for next year, and Hunter was nearly four. Her runty Hunty umpkins was going to be four.
|
186552
|
|
186511
|
He shivered in his robe and pajama pants as the showdown with the piggy bank continued on this dark winter’s night. He couldn’t resist the cute dots for eyes, the stubby legs and perked up ears.
|
1865148
|
When Kat returned home from The East Street Wars, she learned that her epileptic lover, White Dog, died from madness
|
186521
|
I look at that wall, it has piss-stain yellow paint and water scars from several years of leaky pipes. I say I wouldn’t mind that, if he took out some of that wall.
|
186521
|
God forbid you should break one of the camps precious “rules,” which were more or less like the Ten F'ing Commandments around there.
|
18651613
|
Their nouns are few and stark./
Ours are numerous and dappled/
or subtly shaded and shadowed/
by circumstance and possibility.
|
186422
|
I flung the basketball at the hoop and Cooper shagged the ball. He was the luckiest bastard I knew. ...
|
186455
|
While the other kids blew bubbles, Maddy clung to my neck. She didn't cry or scream, and she held on loosely, not with the death grip some kids have. For five Wednesday afternoons, Maddy wrapped her pudgy arms over my shoulders and rested her bottom on m
|
18642214
|
I thought each day died inside the clock.
|
186454
|
I grew up in Detroit, and even though I haven't lived there since I was 18, I'm still a Michigander at heart. I'm also a (retired) bankruptcy attorney.You can probably tell where this is going. I own a Detroit municipal bond. It's a sewer bond, which means…
|
18641612
|
It's the little things that trip us
up: a small hole in a level field,
an innocuous root in a well-trod
path, a disinclined sidewalk...
|
186433
|
Blacked-out out on junk, I bet money on a sport I hated just last year.
|
186400
|
His thought was shattered then by the horrible grind of the telephone in the hall. Surely not for me, he thought. One of the other tenants has a friend who’s landed vipivka, no doubt after 39 straight days of hunt. Booze is so damnably hard to find
|
1864135
|
That led to the first aid box on the bed at 3 in the morning, but what about those veggies?
|
