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On my honeymoon, we went upstate to the Catskill Mountains.
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He keeps saying it,
babbles the term like he knows what it means
and we wince and interject with mama,
mama,
mama,
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awoke in confusion, fear and hurt never seen before that day a year past
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Why flash?because the moments, the moments, they pass in flashes of brilliancethat shudder, death glow alightand nothing makes sense beyond nowand nothing will help me but meand I am not even enoughnot my thoughts or your nod of assentor even the deep sigh of…
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A week ago, Lina had felt a pain crack over her right eyebrow. It was there every day, creeping from her ear to the middle of her forehead.
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when the mirror cracks
my eyes won't cry
it's a perfectly
respectable (romance)
between her and i
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As a young baby, perhaps a year old, I have a memory of sitting on myfathers lap, in front of a coal stove to keep us warm, while my mothercooked soft boiled eggs for him every morning. He would break offa piece of his toast, dip it in the egg, and feed it to…
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The highway stretches out in front of me, a black ribbon winding into the future; a collapsing probability of possibility connecting me with the past and through it to the future.
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Can we survive our Y chromosome?
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We bobbed and weaved using our words like the sniffs of two unfamiliar dogs in a Wal-mart parking lot. Wary, but sensing we could be more than just polite neighbors, once we got past the normal darkness of strangers. There was no plot to our story yet, but we both seemed to…
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On the news they said that there was a baby born in a stable. There are rumours that he may be the son of God but initial reports are unconfirmed.
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Still as the knife on the counter there still. Like mothballs in a chest. One with clear bags and newspaper clippings and your scarf inside it. The baby girl could put a mothball in her mouth and suck it like a penny. The way too close to a light bulb bur
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“We know you’re in there, motherfucker. Step out, slowly, and we might keep you fit for an open casket funeral."
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a mere forty years/and maybe you become twelve,/maybe sixty-three.
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If I should wake/
before I die,/
just shoot me through/
the one good eye.
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True story, I swear to God.
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Under the darkness of their new city. The heave and moan of structures as they breathed and pulsed. Under the darkness of this city, under the hum of their florescent bulbs and the tumbling rattle of motorcars, the wheeze of their machines and the clank o
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no more trying to keep / the peace, no more trying / to keep every person happy. / Just this: no more.
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He was just walking along, making sure that no white, Hispanic, Native American or Asian people were doing anything illegal when he noticed the young black man walking down the street.
He hadn't meant to.
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This story is falling head-first into a mud-puddle.
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The cataclysm of all those photons/
mad to be a part of you
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skin cancer
walks along Zuma beach
at noon
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Beneath their feet bedrock stretched a hundred miles
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Saturday morning, and I’m pushing the old truck a little, chasing retreating bands of cloud shadows along a winding hilltop road.
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forced to submit/
to reasonableness//
and universal healthcare.
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That was the summer that Christine Nelson owned me.
It felt like catching the flu. I had it bad. I was about to turn seven, and it was my first time, and it was bad. A love like that, I don’t know, it’s not a love supreme. It wasn’t completely cru
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"She saw they were absorbed in making faces at each other with a smartphone app that enlarged a mouth."
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. . . the empiricism of the mechanical had wound tight into her, lessons her few calendars could never impart without aid from sundials, hourglasses, clocks.
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