1749 14 7
|
|
174931
|
|
174900
|
Just as Megumi aimed her spell between Arturo and the shrine, a blast of white light fired like a cannon.
|
1749138
|
All the years since, until this morning, I'd thought the actor was James Gregory.
|
174920
|
The inhabitants of the surrounding neighborhood steered clear of the Lot, mindful of its existence, its countless drags of scrap, drenched with the fused association of many scenes and emotions from memory and experience. Left to its own devices, the place is now…
|
17491310
|
|
174986
|
paper cuts, an old film unraveled
from its reel, risking exposure.
|
1748138
|
the / future is now incomplete
|
174872
|
A man asleep on a stack of tires in front of a tire shop on 10th Aveune, NYC.
A store that’s “open 25 hrs,” where apparently time is being manufactured.
The unknown new element, the 25th hour, even though the other 24 may have been shortened som
|
174864
|
The bartender keeps asking what you smell and you say: lemons, oak, and pear. I smell lust. We move to the reds. Pinot Noir. Cabernet Sauvignon. Port.
|
1748117
|
He got tired of the pool party, the chit-chat, the suburban posturing, and he decided to swim home.
|
1748106
|
They couldn’t have done it better if they’d waved guns around in the air.
|
174810
|
He huddles against the wooden beam of a chop suey stand, glaring out into the giant technological organism that was his city. Lights, hulking monstrosities and endless possibilities were teeming in the night-hustle that surrounded him.
|
174881
|
As I watched her sleep, I saw gentle frost and sun on crystal.
|
1748158
|
What's that snitch doin' here?
|
174810
|
The old man’s face is worn and tired, his nose and cheeks tinted red over his pale black skin from the frosty January winds blustering through town. He looks more than half frozen, which I don’t find surprising.
|
174852
|
i built a house in the trees
before i lived in the sky
|
174898
|
When the storm broke, my late aunt's dog
fetched five favourite bones from his corner, and arranged a crude protective circle.
|
174821
|
Odd bookends
stuck in familiar territory,
we have become lethargic
|
17481713
|
This year we have no need of spring!
|
17472411
|
|
17473723
|
in a puddle of water, the butterfly rests on a stone
|
17471312
|
Grey would rather be in the trees or down by the river. When a wind comes up, he grabs the wooly blanket from the hook in the barn and calls Phoebe. They stretch the blanket out between them and sail into the grassy meadow that slopes down the hill from t
|
174791
|
Carl and Dolly were actors. Dolly was offered the lead in a porno film, but she turned it down.
|
174723
|
Where in the shadows of these raw streets
does love last longer than a flyer?
|
174711
|
Will wondered if Doobie was afraid that it might be nothing but the abyss waiting on the other side, but he promised Doobie he’d let him pass on if it was finally his time.
|
174733
|
It is another evening of ordinary sand. The moon worms, all mellow and white, glow shine over the laminated floor. Shay's bladder is full, and protesting with a thump of ache. Shay holds on nervously.Last time she pissed tiny silver fish that roiled in the froth of her…
|
174700
|
oh, sure i’m still running around like a heads-up/off/prophet/profit/fit trying to cut off my very own de/(con)instruction and all other sordid a•void•able & available/a-Babel towers of post &toastmodern doom/daze
|
1747155
|
I made myself tiny as I could, imagining I was Houdini shackled underwater, holding my nose and practicing my escape...
|
174744
|
I arrived Sunday evening to a darkened house. Everything unplugged. Even the fuses from the breaker. Meticulous, this undoing. Silence has a sound. Cold has a voice, a pearly cigarette whisper. It says, “Metaphor?”
|
