1726 4 1
|
The strawberries remind me of you,Fat and fleshy,Pimple-dimpled.--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
|
17261613
|
He'd hung above her head for months.
|
1726106
|
Eight days before her 50th birthday they were married in their soft new pajamas, holding hands on his bed in the hospital. The pastor and witnesses wore protective hospital gowns and gloves; the patient was in isolation once again. A special dispensation from the head…
|
172600
|
Bill texted me at 3:44, invited me to join him at Chip's, where he was having a drink. Chip's Bar is a great dive, and I accepted without hesitation. Ten minutes later I was on a crowded bus filled mostly with fat people, and twenty minutes after that I was…
|
172641
|
A tanka/haiku poem about grandma getting run over by a reindeer.
|
1726118
|
He liked to take pictures of her, and she liked to pose. It made her horny, she said.
|
172500
|
The tiger-eye beads around her neck would wink at me like a nervous uncle sharing a secret with a child. They roll on her sternum like marbles. At night, on her nightstand, they whisper my secret to the patchouli-scented room. How long have they known?
|
172594
|
Creep up behind me one day and prick my skin. I promise you won’t draw blood – for it is ink that will spurt from my veins.
|
17251210
|
The kid with a testosterone chip
Instead of a brain
|
172512
|
An yet we are all inmates...
|
172510
|
What else, H, is there to say about heartbreak? What else could it be but our hands, cupped as if holding water against our chests, then broken into halves. Or the picture of this one, pretending to load a gun. Or this one, soaked in smoke—asking for
|
172554
|
My old buddy Snoop Dogg saunters into the room, and we go through a handshake routine that takes over ten minutes, ending with double-backflips and some brotherly penis swordplay.
|
172511
|
Tension slipped from my grip on the dagger as my legs and faith fell apart.
|
172500
|
In the grip of a bad dream, she bolted awake, thinking she had heard the nightsounds of a tomcat crawling around her property.
It was some dreaded hour before dawn; she had no idea when. Her small, frail body was stiff, her breasts swollen and sore to
|
1725136
|
|
1724238
|
To be honest, I've always wanted to be black
|
172477
|
It's important to make a sure sound. It's not impossible you know. It's just funny I suppose, like being in a dream of another dream. All these things could be mashed and tumbled together to make us one big clay hero, someone…
|
172400
|
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.
|
1724116
|
A pinprick breaks the black/
and pins the spin of constellations/
around its still point.
|
17241310
|
Sin by Nonnie Augustine After my mother died, I met Aunt Shirley. I found her in dozens of snapshots piled in falling apart cardboard boxes we hauled down from the attic. Small girls, with huge bows bobby-pinned right on top of…
|
172486
|
Your laugh used to startle the nurses.
|
1724910
|
it's time for the cold, antiseptic
cloth to briskly remove the evidence.
|
172443
|
Shadows from a star
Never too close
Never too far
|
1724189
|
|
172442
|
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…
|
172422
|
|
172421
|
|
172422
|
...you should pick a VERY OLD millionaire. Very old, and NOT VERY WELL...
|
1724127
|
strung from her window to a tree
|
172486
|
My ex-girlfriends live in a pastel-drenched cabin on the edge of a hemlock forest in Canada somewhere,
|
