1843 7 4
|
My boyfriend unequivocally believed in the existence of aliens. He was the Mulder to my Scully, though when I said so, he had no idea what I was talking about. I never understood how someone so E.T. obsessed could have missed 'The X-Files'.He would look skyward, eyes…
|
184320
|
I try again. "You can make a big cup by putting your hands and fingers together, see?"
He glares at me. "A giant could make a big cup," he says. "A giant could make a giant cup."
I thought so before, and I’ll say it again. A little genius.
|
184375
|
my God, I have no time, no time
|
184300
|
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
|
1843167
|
Under nervously flickering fluorescent lights / your name will grow / fed by the tongues of Those Who Never Leave
|
184332
|
A true Rowdies fan begins every conversation about the band with a legend. She would be impressed if he knew the story.
|
184331
|
Dark hung over the night like an occupation force. Across the street a Cuban diner fought it off with green and yellow neon lights, Latin rhythm beating through the air.
|
18432713
|
It’s beautiful to look at and to hold/
though true musicians would be appalled/
by the black plastic
|
184232
|
I don't know if I'm going to get Alzheimer's, but know I don‘t want to. That's why I just read “100 Simple Things You Can Do To Prevent Alzheimer's“ by medical journalist Jean Carper. Doing simple things is something I'm good at. And while I'm…
|
184232
|
The man who plays his flute every day under the archway near Powell station is not very good. He never plays a real tune, just a series of random notes. There is no rhythm or melody either. In fact, it's not even a flute he…
|
1842105
|
'Do you feel that, my little one?' Stillness. Calm. I felt the baby move her tiny little feet and smiled.
|
18421513
|
We lived on the edge of a tiny Iowa town, and picked corn fields were steps away.
|
184122
|
I've never really been impressed with authors that write long teary-eyed novels about people dying of terrible diseases or uplifting stories about the armless boy who made the wrestling team.
|
184145
|
But the world is smaller when I see it /
from the crook of your neck.
|
18412414
|
Does flight exhilarate the sparrows
|
1841105
|
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.
|
184121
|
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...
|
184164
|
The bird studies me, we lock stares, with no care for who blinks first, birds don’t do macho stand-off.
|
184173
|
the air is a fierce tangerine tonight
|
1841178
|
|
1841107
|
She can never say why, but guilt rides her bones
like the spirit. She rubs worry raw.
|
184121
|
God forbid you should break one of the camps precious “rules,” which were more or less like the Ten F'ing Commandments around there.
|
184153
|
Our mothers died in childbirth. Taken in by the village, our new mothers taught us to wave at the river boats, to sell our trinkets to tourists. They offered us coins of a foreign currency and little pathetic smiles. By nightfall, our fingers bled. Then came…
|
184134
|
Sunday, Nolan and I drop by the ice rink on 10th and Alma to watch the amateur hockey leagues battle it out in an unspoken yet assumed class war: the buff, unemployed rink bums who can grind ice, cross-check, and stick handle like the pros, versus the dou
|
184197
|
the array of regularly spaced wavering human forms floating upright seems to extend endlessly in all directions.
|
184052
|
|
184085
|
It was the first time I had ever seen a possession.
|
184011
|
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.
|
184044
|
My head was swimming with nicotine, the coldness of the first snow, and unfinished love thoughts.
|
184082
|
It was so hot we walked out on our husbands. There were reasons, we supposed. They left the refrigerator doors open all day, grabbing beers when they passed by, tossing the sticky caps upon counters. They drove their Metropolitans to buy food, leaving th
|
