1669 9 2
|
The bus heads west on Route 36, toward the next stop – Howell, New Jersey. After driving ten minutes, and after crossing the tracks, the bus gets a flat.
|
1669 3 3
|
|
1669 12 7
|
In time, I will forgethow he said "smooshie" for "smoothie"and "eyebrowns" for "eyebrows,"how his upper lip dimpled when he laughedin that uproarious, wild toddler way.How he wheedled to be wrapped and rocked,after a bath, even at age five,his long calves uncovered by…
|
1669 3 2
|
I remember when I first came to California, I heard a mockingbird sitting in a tree, calling out in the names of other birds. It was down in L.A. I was staying at my brother's house in San Gabriel and driving in every day to the campus at UCLA to go to s
|
1669 10 7
|
|
1669 5 0
|
|
1669 3 2
|
Her head was free from restraint...
|
1669 4 2
|
There was a small slanted hole through the edge of the door, and another one in the door frame. She pushed the door closed to check. The holes matched up.
|
1669 3 1
|
The TV projects from an insect arm. It has the face of my ex-husband, smiling and void. I like to set small fires and inhale them.
|
1669 6 6
|
israeli flares light gaza/ casting incandescent nudity/ upon jumbled puzzle piece buildings.
|
1669 12 7
|
Essences of bull and bison,//
stag and horse, illuminate/
the stony underground.
|
1669 7 7
|
He laughs and runs just like the other boys even though he doesn’t have a father now, just his mom.
|
1669 3 2
|
The night we broke into Bron-yr-Aur it was too cold to make love. I said I wasn't horny anyway. You put your hand on my forehead: Are you ill?
|
1669 9 6
|
Everyone loves a story of love
unrequited.
But what about the stories
of the unrequited lovee?
|
1669 2 1
|
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…
|
1668 1 1
|
Background
foreground
life in the middle
|
1668 9 4
|
Once upon a time there was a Vietnamese restaurant. And then there were two, and four, and eight...
|
1668 10 8
|
I bit her ear and /
it was burnt toast
|
1668 4 2
|
|
1668 9 4
|
don't look at me honey, I fell on the table,
my hair is on fire, my heart is unstable
|
1668 16 10
|
A figure left the building.
|
1668 16 12
|
She was as beautiful as flowers in a dream
|
1668 7 4
|
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.
|
1668 10 9
|
Doofus
National Puppet Radio
Total Bogascity
Sex Cowards
Mein Kampfire
Boner
Hyperventilate
Sewer Video Rats
Psychic Umbrella
Fire Your Psychic!
Tender Brisket
Megatrouser
Puzzlement
University Housecoats
Fuchsia
Big Ass Dawn
|
1668 6 5
|
She stood there with her back to me and her dress around her ankles.
|
1668 6 5
|
I reach into my pocket for my keys and discover the cough drops Iput there a week ago have melted. Now my fingers are sticky. And I don’t have my keys.
|
1668 5 3
|
She came to my house late that last night and shucked off her things and we slow-danced to Cruisin' as beaded rainwater slid off her black hair to the floor. She smiled an almost quizzical smile as she drank me there with her eyes, as if I was some…
|
1668 0 0
|
I struck up a conversation with the cricket. We talked about Super Nintendo and cookies and we fell asleep on the boulder. The next morning, I woke up and offered the cricket a donut. He enjoyed the donut thoroughly...
|
1668 0 0
|
The door shuts slowly to something that’s allegedly mine
and it sits there and waits until I come home
just like you.
|
1668 11 5
|
“I’m tired, Art” The Virgin said. She was already curled up beside their dog,
Lance.
|