Most read stories

The Push-Up Ranch

15931593 views66 comments66 favs

There is a push-up on the ceiling. I don't know how to get it down. I've tried hitting it with a broom. That just made it blow steam. I asked my wife, did you do push-ups on the ceiling? She did. Why? It's easier up there. The cat doesn't bother me. Well, you left…

My Dad Builds the House

15931593 views88 comments88 favs

Before the saw came my fist through the wall. Now I kneel on the crumbled drywall in my son's closet holding a flashlight, peering into the hole at the plumbing parts I'm supposed to replace. On the other side of the wall the bathtub faucet drips. It is my second…

from Flatlander's Suite

15931593 views1616 comments77 favs

Under nervously flickering fluorescent lights / your name will grow / fed by the tongues of Those Who Never Leave

Restland,

15931593 views1515 comments1010 favs

He died a printer finding late/ after so much selling himself selling/ a craft that pleased and paid enough

David

15931593 views1818 comments1616 favs

I keep encouraging him to write stories not poems, but I think he enjoys writing things that don’t fit together. Things that stumble.

Crackle

15931593 views88 comments66 favs

As he brushes his shoulders against other people's shoulders until he almost has no shoulders –

Breath of Fresh Air

15931593 views11 comment00 favs

He lost his patience and began ranting and raving, angry that he had to come home every night and feel like he was being smothered by a pillow. “I can’t make it stop,” she said. “I can’t make myself stop feeling this way.”

The Solipsist Suffers

15921592 views88 comments88 favs

I can confirm nothing/ but impressions of the world// that appear beyond my/ body’s reach.

The Lake

15921592 views55 comments44 favs

The Lake I. When the weather was nice, the fisherman and his girl spread a blanket over the shore's rough sand and watched the cargo ships cleave their way to the…

Very Short Stories And Pictures Of Ducks

15921592 views11 comment11 fav

...the loving and very painful hurt of our daily sustenance

The Cicada's Cry

15921592 views11 comment22 favs

In the cicada's cry No sign can foretell How soon it must dieBasho "Hear the locusts?" The woman lifts the child's head. "Hear em, baby?" The child looks blankly in the…

The Year Michael Got His Own Page in the Yearbook

15921592 views77 comments44 favs

You can use your shoelaces or an Ace bandage. Loop a belt around your neck and toss the loose end over a shower curtain or closet pole. Pull. Try to lift yourself off the ground.

The Broken Lily

15921592 views22 comments00 favs

“What was that about?” Keiko asked as she gingerly separated the lily from the wrapping and the baby's breath and examined the flower. Keiko unbound the lily and noticed that the stem seemed strong. The flower no longer needed the support of the wire, and

A Jungle Tale

15921592 views00 comments00 favs

He awoke with a start. This was not the first time he did so. He couldn't afford these occasional bouts of sleep. And certainly not in the land of the Tsantsa hunters.

In tidal relief

15921592 views1313 comments1212 favs

the world slips under the waves

When I Asked You to Sing at My Funeral

15921592 views99 comments66 favs

It's because poetry would not do because the fireflies were alive that night, aflame

it’s a true story

15921592 views11 comment00 favs

My only celebrity anecdote involves seeing Barbara Bush in the back of the Presidential limo ...

Morning

15921592 views55 comments44 favs

On the television, a round woman sits amongst the mannequins. She wears a headband. She describes some awesome jewelry.

A Quantum of Disappointment

15911591 views1818 comments1212 favs

Reality winks at us then scampers off

Nude Body of Gutters

15911591 views44 comments33 favs

You lose her. In the vortex of guttered water, her tangled hair entwines. Tornado-like. Her body spinning boisterously at its core. Her name: Izra—the wooden doll with black pebbled eyes. …

Corkscrewing.

15911591 views11 comment22 favs

[SOME PEOPLE ARE BETTER THAN OTHERS.]

When I'm Sixty-Four (Semantic Satiation)

15911591 views66 comments33 favs

Every day is exactly the same.

With My Eye

15911591 views1212 comments77 favs

my space heater throws a pale orange light my white candles flicker in the middle of the night

Collision

15911591 views33 comments22 favs

That black hole isn't really a hole.

#HOWRU

15911591 views55 comments55 favs

Where you used to exist, there will only be spaces.

Creator

15911591 views1212 comments77 favs

What purpose other than misery/ can cancer serve? And Parkinson's,/ AIDS, and STDs?

The Nest

15911591 views00 comments11 fav

I am reaching out at you, to you from the nest. From the nest, please come to the nest, to see me and to hear my life story. From the nest I go, and then I arrive at the nest, suddenly, just in time to be…

Charlotte and the Avalanche of Hope

15911591 views33 comments22 favs

”My goodness how that child nurses hope,” Edward’s Grandad would often say, “were it not for her where indeed would this family be?”

Pharaoh

15911591 views1111 comments66 favs

Altodog was dressed in filthy chef’s trousers and a long-sleeved purple dress shirt, somewhat dignified by a tattered black vest.

Four hearts and a vase of jonquils

15901590 views1717 comments66 favs

Yankees call them daffodils.