I have always admired flat-chested women.

when thoughts of you waffle in through memories scent

Enough, Trump.We've had it my dear, with your pink ties, your hairs, your swagger, towers, your plenty of monies,your tempers, your honeys. I don't speak for all, not at all, but for many who never did like your style or bile, your tenacious temerity,…

The border crossing at El Paso will soon be arriving. I'm apprehensive about Mexico, all the violence.

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

A performance is a series of situations. Each situation defines the characters that are in it.

Requires one of those leaps.

Scientists have determined that a tiny freshwater organism known as the "bdelloid rotifer" gave up sex 40 million years ago. And you thought the spark had gone out of your marriage.

Not a fuss, not a stink, The eulogy, deep, will make one think, Grandmother, sat in back, will wink

On his knees he divinates diverging lines with belly laughs he levitates the rebel spheres into geodes .

Toxins make a body happy/ as if acceleration toward// an end of consciousness/ is its own reward.

And out on that lake that day you yelled “desperation please!” And I heard “desperate pleas?” I wondered about first impressions.

Crimson dawn cloaks the starlit night,devoured flesh canvassed fright.Memories flash,as moment’s lapse.Feelings trapped,my love gasped.

feeling empty as the bottom of a bottle dry as a bone in death valley alone

The place turns out to have a really nice ambiance, and while the pasta is only passable—though I ordered, I believe, the cheapest plate on the menu, so maybe I got what I deserved—the background dinner music playing is "Yankee Hotel Foxtrot" by Wilco.