1590 13 11
|
As I go by I see five, six high school kids standing on the corner waiting for the bus. They are huddled together like a bunch of ducks....
|
15902112
|
the birth of a long, dark age//
where the wealthy will be eaten by the poor/
and the poor will be eaten by disease
|
1590102
|
I won’t be eating much anyway if someone doesn’t start reading me. I’ve got to get a hook so people will be drawn to my work. I’ve got a few concepts I’d like to share with you. See what you think.
|
158966
|
Oh, gracious mercy, oh...
|
158921
|
“Excuse me–where are the pig’s feet?”
|
15891012
|
A cult is one thing; it defies common sense that a commonly educated person cannot escape cultist thinking and belonging. That cult, A.A., is girded by police, fire, therapy, hospitals, insurance companies, and courts.
|
158960
|
The two walked around, taking in all the classics: the imported Russian matryoshka dolls of varying styles and bright colors; spinning tops, red Radio Flyer wagons, kaleidoscopes, and wooden yo-yo's invoked memories of Christmases past. The hand-stitched
|
158945
|
. . . a visitor from the preceding century would have been aghast to the point of vomiting to behold the regard with which pandas were now held almost universally.
|
158954
|
He reveled in the chase, giddy when just out of arm’s reach. When to catch him, that was the question.
|
158910
|
It's difficult to remember, much less write down, the hard times you thought were unforgettable when you have a full stomach. It's hard to remember that dirty little room you rented in that house, from a Bosnian landlord, on 27th avenue and Missouri. The…
|
158996
|
Every time she tries to sleep they come; legions of small armored things scuttle claws aloft across the purple sand as soon as she stops moving.
|
15891817
|
Johan was telling stories about the occupation. The Germans were stupid, he said.
|
158865
|
“Can I feel it?” he reached his hands out immediately, expecting I’d say yes. I am the type to always say yes, right?
“Sure.” I confirmed, swallowing back my fear of his touch. He didn’t seem himself, like this. I led his hands to my hips and let them
|
158844
|
The last of your tenuous septum dissolves when you press the nozzle of the neti pot against it.
|
158888
|
“Too dumb to live,” my wife said when cretins on a motorbike blasted around us nearly taking a side mirror with them.
|
158810
|
[He] practiced aromatherapy and licentiousness, in no particular order.
|
158887
|
Tender veterinarian, even if you weren't so tall, or your eyes so warm, or your fingers so long, or if you didn't bend over my sick cat with such astounding grace, or shoot those quick, intense glances at me, I'd have woven dreams while in your uncommon presence. Vulnerable…
|
158866
|
What she didn't tell me was that her brother Carl got fried during an electrical storm.
|
158824
|
We got our holes in our hearts bundled onto soft wrapping cloth just like the gentleman on TV said; with smiles we set out towards our matching end of the same old stories. That's just the way…
|
158866
|
Ok, so I’m sitting here trying to write through a frigging cold. And I. . .Oops, . . . . . . wait a sec!. . . I’m stopped, astounded, stunned between coughing my left lung clear over my keyboard and watching it flopping on the back of my desk. . .
|
158897
|
God's real name is Frank, and he stops by all the time. He tries to dump that cheap Xmas candy on us.
|
158820
|
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.
|
158875
|
Independence Day was a Thursday. Frank had been invited to join some Yale Art School classmates in Vermont for a three-day bacchanalia.
|
158820
|
‘Just get out of bed,’ I reply. ‘It looks like the fairies have been at your head. You should turn your clothes inside out. Put out a biscuit. Ring a bell. Buy a rooster; or a recording of it crowing. It will keep the sprites at bay.
|
158874
|
|
15881210
|
published in The Doctor T.J. Eckleburg Review.
|
158862
|
The water rolls gently this evening, barely touching my toes before retreating. The tide has been going out for over an hour and already there are several victims – crustaceans, spider crabs, minnows.
|
158897
|
They rise up, a sullen, sorrowful/
army of reproach, staring,//
stone-faced but eyed with fire.
|
1588107
|
I reached for that hair and the air zagged white...
|
15881812
|
He spends his Sunday morning spraying WD-40 through the straw-like stream attachment at the expansive paper nest of beige and ivory striped wasps.
|
