1714 4 4
|
He keeps saying it,
babbles the term like he knows what it means
and we wince and interject with mama,
mama,
mama,
|
171443
|
Shadows from a star
Never too close
Never too far
|
1714189
|
|
171444
|
I considered kissing Christian. It wouldn’t be terrible. I mean, it might be terrible, but it wouldn’t be awful. His teeth were a little crooked but he didn’t smell or anything.
|
171420
|
From somewhere beneath the train, steam rose, which was—of course—puzzling as the train was powered by electricity. The steam condensed on the windows of the cars, making tears streak across the surface. Perhaps that was why the woman’s cheeks were shinin
|
171452
|
I’ve just moved to New York City and, somehow, Scarlett Johansson is at the same party I’m at.
|
171421
|
Last night Jim taught me how to catch forks. Meaning, he taught me how to throw them. But he called it catching forks. It was late, and we were low down 3rd street, south of the Bay Bridge, the baseball stadium, all the people and cars, on top of a warehouse. There were a…
|
171342
|
|
171343
|
I'd never seen a dead person before, let alone one that was living just
seconds earlier.
|
171365
|
So few dreams are the doors they seem.
|
171311
|
...the dead have...communicated into the high tech microwave towers of modern Prague. And their messages now may mount to the stars, confusing millions.
|
171397
|
As they lay in the pasture on a warm summer's afternoon, with the sky blue, the sun shining, he looked across at her, peacefully asleep by his side. How he loved her. Their year together had been one of joy and happiness.He idly nibbled on a blade of grass, remembering the…
|
1713104
|
A Parody of Keats I stood at silent thought upon a clump Of nettles, swaying in the od'rous air- That blew from my own trousers, by the dump; That it had not blown more lent me despair. The dulcet horn gave melody, rare…
|
171300
|
I'm subconsciously a sucker for guys who are no good for my
self-esteem. Or waistline.
|
1713104
|
Come, bring your sadness
to the precipice of my body,
bury it within me like a tool
|
171200
|
Her fever spreads through lines of a plaid mini, over burnt milk, darkened to yellow. Fingers explore fabric folds up and into the lost dimensions of logic.
|
171274
|
There is a rock somewhere with the truth of the sky in it, the glitter of otherworldly charms that falsify the ugliness of the literal.
|
1712105
|
He was instantly on her, pulling at her nightgown
|
1712198
|
A proper study of human history should
lead the student to an inescapable desire
to commit suicide
|
171211
|
|
171194
|
Once upon a time there was a Vietnamese restaurant. And then there were two, and four, and eight...
|
171122
|
There she is. A paper doll of me. The dress, the lilt, the self-hatred. The crowd thins and swells in want of a scene. Conversations begin, pretend, then halt. My gin and tonic sweats into my hand and I lick at the…
|
171166
|
some answers are enough to make you cry or laugh yourself to death
|
171162
|
Eddie meets Sarah Packard, a “college girl” played by Piper Laurie. She walks with a limp, a fact Eddie doesn’t notice at first because she’s sitting down at a diner table in a bus station. She’s alcoholic and writes poetry.
|
171100
|
The Kid, The Executive, The Doctor, and The Actress.
|
171163
|
“I mean it, Hanna. I don't want you to.” But his leg felt carved away where her head had lain. One stupid thing jostling another for attention. He was afraid that if she touched him again, he'd have her on the ground.
|
171100
|
I met Barry Hannah once in my life. I’d come to Oxford, MS, to meet an entirely different writer whom I thought then and think now very highly of. I’d also come to escape from another slew of regrets. Oxford is a great city to run away to.
|
171145
|
The last time Cyrus rode in a train’s passenger car, he came home a dead man.
|
171165
|
The clarinet and the accordion are brothers, I see. Big, fat men with curly, klezmer hair.
|
171121
|
She picked the fish out of the box leaving a pool of mucus and blood slowly congealing on the shelf and dripped it toward the kitchen table. Outside the wind lashed the tops of the poplar trees together and rain sprayed from the barn roof opposite.
|
