1752 1 1
|
Once upon a time in the days of old
There lived a poor tailor who- I am told-
Did brag that his daughter
Spun straw into gold!
|
175233
|
“I honestly can't believe how much you eat, honey.”, Lenora said as I put down the fork after gorging myself on breakfast. Twelve pancakes, four eggs, two cups of coffee, a glass of milk, and half a pound of bacon had passed through my lips this morning. …
|
1752106
|
If you're a Boomer, your brain is teaming with decades-old Pop tunes that you just can't forget. The real reason you can never remember where you put your keys? Too many of your brain cells are clinging to every last lyric to “Fire and Rain,” “Free…
|
175263
|
Let’s say you know so little about me. Like whose idea of a joke to name me Hideo for excellent male. Or why I hang out at triangle Park, ogling expatriates or crusty punks.
|
175210
|
While the tea was steeping, Ms. Darcy unwrapped the package. The book was lovely. It had nice heavy paper and the print was a good size for reading. The cover was glossy and not too showy, and Ms. Darcy thought it would look just right on her shelf.
|
175220
|
My sister Janis called me from Berlin and said to turn on the news. You could see the thick flurries of snow that were falling there and the flat feathers of peoples' breaths issuing from their mouths as they took turns swinging pick-axes, standing on top
|
1752158
|
Grasping for control over
social consciousness Because cigarettes are too deadly
and so is anorexia
|
175222
|
What becomes the identity of a woman who has been denied all her rights and thrown into a mental institution?
|
175296
|
He brought me kisses from New York.
|
17521513
|
I asked the hospice nurse about maggots.
|
17521911
|
Today the isobars are far apart.
|
175155
|
He ran for home, screaming for help in the silent ravine.
|
175111
|
writing because it's the only drug i havesick on sadnessas the weight of the moment crumbling around me comes down some sweet second inspires…
|
17511717
|
Something about shadows and last time and driving.
|
175122
|
contact.
intimacy.
human
fucking
connection.
|
175144
|
I call him a Staffordshire terrier. You call him a pit bull. Some people say he's lovable. Other people say he'll bite your face off without thinking too hard.
|
1751121
|
. . . hot sand and quiet ocean only.
|
175110
|
“Now I see clearly my whole life is pointed in one direction — there never has been any choice for me (Travis Bickle, "Taxi Driver").
|
175121
|
he took me hostage as I came out the door.
Nelson took me hostage and we went back to his parents' house. They were gone crappie fishing so I had to spend the whole weekend alone with him. I didn't have anything lined up for Saturday night, so it wasn'
|
175143
|
Don't throw earth on bones.
|
175195
|
Now that I am dead, my god will fight your god...
|
175185
|
On the river he rows a dory. It is filling with water. There is a rectangular hole in the bottom.
|
175172
|
She had liked her new husband's sternness, and the way he ran his hands over her body, noticed every inch of it, made her feel not invisible.He traveled during the week, wore cufflinks, worked out in hotel gyms. On the weekends, they redecorated her house and tried to…
|
175173
|
The surroundings, he thought, are just as important as what's surrounded.
|
175130
|
My sadistic doctor was the only one laughing . Yes sir, I was officially, cordially, confirmed to meet that Irish/ Russian fellow…Colon Oscopy.
|
175100
|
Warren Jeffries left this girlfriend of his named Karen, who was also a poet, and overnight she announced she’d gone back to being a lesbian, she’d so had it with MEN! She did a reading of her new series of Sappho poems at Cody’s Bookstore,
|
175122
|
I am heading to work. It's early and Clare is still asleep. When I hit the breezeway I realize that I forgot my keys. I walk back into the house and start rustling through the junk on the table by the door. After a moment I sense someone standing behind me and…
|
175121
|
Bake sweet rolls and make love to your new wife, fall asleep for three years and grow a beard.
|
175122
|
Remembering you is easy
We do it every day,
When little Mike and Joey
Ask when the hell is Daddy ever coming home to play?
|
1750118
|
"I remember thinking, 'Good.'
|
