1840 13 7
|
a Ferris wheel gently rocks
its last riders
then dumps them to the ground.
|
18402011
|
We invent our beauties//
as we find them and engineer/
our horrors
|
183900
|
"Only the gods in heaven can do such things," he shouted back, his voice hoarse and parched from no water for two days. "Wouldn't your God have saved you by now if he had the power?"
|
183945
|
I have/been you/years before/of course
|
183973
|
The one thing my father told me that I want to believe is true . . .
|
1839108
|
When I stumbled upon evidence that the man I'd loved and trusted for 20 years had a secret girlfriend for the past 10 of those years, he tried to deny it.“We never had sex!” he told me. And I believed him. For about two minutes.“You never…
|
18393020
|
We are moments away from the end, and it feels like it.
|
1839218
|
Wind pummeled me awake, smelling of pine and some quality of newness I could not identify...
|
183984
|
I've been mostly positive since joining up with Sister Helen. My previous pessimism involved spiritual degeneration, moral decline and decay, weak and weary instincts. I clung to life, afraid to die. Then I read something by Nietzsche, I'm not sure where but, like a seed,…
|
183942
|
{A} So I think maybe I am a robot. If I was a robot, I would do lewd things, metallic (cold, hard, shiny, heavy, malleable, loud, acrid, industrial, immovable, unstoppable) things. I would do the things I do in my dark powerless dreams. People would understand and…
|
18391411
|
The beachy slope
never draws such goliaths.
|
183900
|
With her head thrown back and mouth open she howls into the dark green night, letting her gloved hands droop like the front paws of a dog. A large orange corsage attached to the bosom of her gown.
Around her thick neck, a ribbon of black velvet. Her p
|
183820
|
Someone had shown me a page on the internet where writers could have their stories analyzed, seeing whose work their piece was similar to. Normally, I only went on the computer to find apartment listings and pornography.
|
18381310
|
Fortunately, when the bird hits the sliding glass doors in our den, I know what to do.
|
18381513
|
I almost kept him
on the shelf with all the trophies.
|
1838188
|
She’s there, in a tin, loosely wound
beneath sepia tissue paper, a braid
to worry in your fingers.
|
183844
|
At any moment, she'll come outside to pick up the day’s newspaper. He can see it resting beneath the blooming crape myrtle, its plastic wrapper glistening with dew.
|
183894
|
“Are you my neighbor in 3D?” Was she?
|
183842
|
It wasn't hidden, exactly, but kept in a place where she wouldn't be expected to look: a photograph of Roger, naked and supine, looking at the camera without surprise.
|
18381410
|
When we take Vengeance,/
shave and shower him,/
deodorize and scent him,/
clothe him in a starched shirt
|
183800
|
Gone Heather,
with her hands in her hair,
silent for help,
over-involved now scared.
|
183892
|
Dear Jackknife Ponderosa, I'm stupid. Let's move on. Let's move past the part where I complain, where I struggle with circumstance, where I display my petty arms, and shoot holes in the air. …
|
18371111
|
not to free ourselves//
from suffering//
but become the window//
through which it sees//
|
183774
|
Mass media thought control, from consumer advertising to political sloganeering, is creating a new generation of irrational thinkers. If this trend continues, one day soon we may find ourselves under the control of some genius gone haywire.
|
183765
|
Resting bitch face strikes again.
|
183753
|
They try to incorporate a little of Ravel around their edges, the ones where their molecules bump off into other parallel realities, into other non-localities, into other potentials. She isn't buying it. She's tuned in. And she can tell.
|
18371610
|
Two stories, limestone, gray shutters,next to the park.“We almost bought that house,” my father always saideach time we drove by.He doesn't go down that street anymore.What could have been taunts him from the sidewalks —two little girls and a bucket of…
|
183700
|
But I am quite sure,
in my loneliness,
there is nothing that aches inside me more,
than a desire to persist.
|
1836107
|
Hurried, hassling suit in front of me is being awful to the barista. So she refuses to serve him, turning away.
|
1836129
|
Particles flung by the sun
pierce us through, undetected
|
