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the wind mistook your arms for wings
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Dear Sir/ Madam I wish to apply for the position you advertised in the Daily Sun. Although my expertise is in self-obliteration and self-worth (or lack of), and my work mainly in disappointment, I do have much experience in failure, which this letter will…
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threads of Cocoa Krispies
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When I first started out in my working career, I made it the habit of obtaining jobs with companies that were about to go under. (I wrote more books while on unemployment than by any other method.) I was a real bloodhound at sniffing out the pre-dawn od
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1.As fast as that I wake to astonishing desire. I'd met you at my parents' house just the weekend before but for them (them the drained students trying to relax, refill before their afternoon sessions) you are the stranger in the room,…
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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…
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Say the world is a smudged charcoal drawing. Slit from its frame, smuggled out of the Vatican. Don't say it couldn't happen. Who would know.
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When Mt. St. Helens erupted, I knew that was the end of Bigfoot.
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Her funeral was scheduled for the following Monday, and of course Claudia would attend. Trouble was, Monday was a workday for my parents. So when neither Mother nor Claudia could find somebody else on short notice to keep me, it was decided that I would a
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That night we went out to shoot some pool at the pool hall over on Durant Avenue, which was above a bar called Kip’s. Rotten Bobby walked in with his own damn pool cue, which came broken down in two pieces. He carried it in a narrow felt-lined carrying
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forced to submit/
to reasonableness//
and universal healthcare.
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We decide not to go to the emergency room
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Content may contain ordinary, everyday, and all around average happenings.
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Vegas is turning out to be my kind of town. Easy money, free booze, and everyone is too overstimulated to realize I’m broadcasting right into their noggins.
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I have no confidence that you'll complete the task. Shit, you probably don't even understand it in the slightest.
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What if blood engorging your penis could be the result of emotions other than sex and violence? Wouldn't it be nice if your dick could be used to express the lengths and depths of other feelings?
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Billie Holiday and I want a cup of coffee and they tell us to go fuck ourselves.
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...the daffodils will fling/
their yellow petals, taunting winter
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Just as one thing I say is “Don’t worry about me,” one thing I think is that you love somebody by living with them...
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They were
obviously having
some secret
beach affair.
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I bit her ear and /
it was burnt toast
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Barbie wore only her clear pink heels...
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I laughed maniacally in my head at the thought, but I kept picking at it all the same, the bunnies had plans for us.
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it felt fucking awesome at that moment, in that way only little things can feel huge and life affirming
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This writers' conference (sponsored by VQR, which had run its banner ad atop the Fictionaut home page in the summer of 2014, which begins to explain both my attendance and this essay) revealed itself as an apt subject . . .
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She left knives and hot pots with handles akimbo. Like a guardian angel, he turned them in. Like an ungrateful Eve, she turned them back out.
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I tell myself I should have known. You were always absence.
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Cat fight. I rush outside and swinging my trusty broom I charge the rolling yowling ball of black fur.
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I was awakened by a disturbing dream. He was no longer with me and I felt afraid. Everything was cloudy, almost blurry. I couldn't see much in front of me, but I knew for sure he wasn't there with me. Then he said the words I feared the most “I don't love you.…
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