Most read stories

I know everything's broken, but still I pretend

14651465 views33 comments11 fav

Rumor was their only mission was to smash all the glass in the world. They sneezed and smashed and laughed like hell.

His Father’s Statement

14651465 views33 comments33 favs

He didn't want to read his father's statement. Yet still he lingered, poised over the kitchen table, where his father had left it.

Low On the Hog

14651465 views66 comments22 favs

Living lower on the hog than anticipated lower on the hog than previously expected lower on the hog than desired Living on the underside of the hog belly pretty much bouncing on the ground beneath the aforementioned hog belly Living clos

Another Etiquette Lesson from the Jungle

14651465 views11 comment00 favs

I lie on the floor of the hut and for some reason I start to think about the Harvest Days carnival and that game where you have to toss a dime in a dish to win a stuffed animal. Next thing you know I’m a little tiny guy in there in that world of plates

New in Town

14651465 views11 comment11 fav

He had a handsome dial tone, we called him every name but his.

A Christmas Mistake

14651465 views11 comment00 favs

But that night we were happy, looking all around at the bright lights of the several cities that we could see.

Crack in the Cosmos

14651465 views22 comments22 favs

There’s a crack in the cosmos, and pink is leaking through. There’s a crack in the cosmos, fix the sink, the toilet leak. There are many cracks in the cosmos, numerous. This is how time escapes. Good grief, they’re going to suck the cream

ok, ok, so I concede

14641464 views66 comments66 favs

some answers are enough to make you cry or laugh yourself to death

What you're waiting for.

14641464 views00 comments00 favs

I figure maybe I’m mostly alone; they are all running down staircases or falling down fire escapes, some of them naked, some of them with towels, mostly probably naked though.

The Day Nixon Died

14641464 views1111 comments88 favs

"I remember thinking, 'Good.'

Arcana Magi Zero - c.3

14641464 views00 comments00 favs

Alysia tried to focus on what was important, but it was too much to bear. She was ready to dive down when a shot of wind blew past her, causing her and Megumi to lose control over their gliders.

IRON Meditations (thoughts while pressing a clean shirt for work)

14641464 views11 comment22 favs

An yet we are all inmates...

1968: What I Wanted

14641464 views1010 comments66 favs

Her smile dazzled me from across the room.

The Little Room Where We'd Fit

14641464 views2727 comments88 favs

She asked if I needed to be measured for size “to make sure they feel really good on you,” her lips all gloss and smile. I was nineteen and knew my size but changes in weight had caused fluctuations before so maybe I'd be different…

Facing Mecca

14641464 views44 comments22 favs

I was raised in a big city in the slow South. I know a little about cross cultural dining and where Delta Blues collides with Sly Stone, Al Green, and Zeppelin. Dirty rice in the Dirty South. Fried chicken, collards, and pintos. Fried velveeta…

WANT A JEW TO FALL FOR YOU? TRY THESE FUNNY PICK-UP LINES.

14641464 views33 comments22 favs

KOSHER PORN is a new collection of funny pick-up lines just for Jews, written by humorist Sarah Rosen, and illustrated with photos by Tom Stokes. It's based on Rosen's popular dating blog, Porn4Jews. And it's hilarious. Rosen started her blog after a year and a…

The Judas Horse

14641464 views66 comments22 favs

Mark dressed the velvet red Stetson, too big for his head, like a dandy. A six year old savior with fringe on his pockets flapping as he, the ‘Judas horse’ led me ’round back

Beelzebub

14641464 views55 comments55 favs

The jewels were dragonflies, buzzing lazily, Beelzebub’s hair a golden meadow.

Bloody Vodka

14641464 views99 comments66 favs

Broken glass attacks me

The Light After Equinox

14641464 views1515 comments1212 favs

Soon enough, October’s ragged/ lawn will hide its deficiencies// under withered leaves of oak,

The Cracked Sidewalk of Kentucky

14641464 views44 comments22 favs

One summer night, as I walked alone down the cracked sidewalk of Kentucky underneath a canopy of maples where the moonlight fell through branches and lit my path with uneven lines I wondered: where does the residue of lust and desire go when everything you want to…

Eucharist

14641464 views77 comments55 favs

The Devil and the Holy Ghost played Euchre on Friday nights. The Devil drank rock and rye and the Holy Ghost went for Miller Lite. What just irks hell out of me, pardon my French, the Ghost began, is that nobody knows who the fuck I am.

Book Review: Cinema Verite’ a book of poems by Sam Rasnake

14641464 views1010 comments99 favs

Cinema Verite’ is the best book of poems I have encountered since Matthea Harvey’s Modern Life

This is a Tender Ache

14641464 views22 comments22 favs

Sit back n enjoy the show in a puffy puffed-up chair

Every Woman Adores a Fascist

14641464 views1515 comments99 favs

We liked the orderly Newtonian/ with its fundamentalist action/ and reaction, its rules

Anna Lee

14631463 views11 comment00 favs

He first saw her stepping off a water taxi by the Long Docks in the rain at night, her right arm atrophied from some early childhood disease, dangling like an apology, her other holding a cigarette. Her wet black hair hung past her shoulders and her eyes

Elixir

14631463 views00 comments00 favs

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

Far

14631463 views33 comments00 favs

His mother named him Far because she had high hopes for him

Give Tongue

14631463 views77 comments22 favs

"Penning a slight of tongue well versed or worse, a salacious lie..."

Walking To Gibraltar, Chapter 14: In Which 500 Fucking Words Appear

14631463 views22 comments11 fav

This was before the cancer, years before. He did this every day: up at five, before Astrid and Max. Four cups of coffee in the machine. A bowl of granola. Five hundred words. Five hundred words no matter goddamn what. Five hundred words on Sunday and Chri