Most read stories

Terror From Above

14971497 views22 comments00 favs

A shadowless torpedo shaped form plummeted from the grey, overcast skies upon the many unsuspecting. No remote pilot thousands of miles away guided this particular descent. 

ROLLING LIKE THUNDER

14971497 views88 comments22 favs

The ocean smelled like decomposed plant life and clinically despicable vagina, but I still spoke of its power and my fear of it in moonlit clichés and she still listened.

Zimmerland

14971497 views22 comments22 favs

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.

Danse Macabre

14971497 views1414 comments99 favs

Each day, they trot the coiffed/ and painted cadavers across the stage.

Surveil

14971497 views44 comments33 favs

“I want you to know that you are being watched,” Ernie said. “I have trained a camera on your work station.”

Arcana Magi Zero + Pure - c.1

14971497 views00 comments00 favs

A Nocturne, whose grey mana seeped out of it mouth, grabbed the roof of the building with its large claws. Using it as leverage, it stood itself up, hunched over, its long whale like head roared like a loud horn.

If I Were a Chemist, Not Now, but Maybe In The 1920s

14971497 views1212 comments99 favs

She said, “I think I’m pregnant,” but I thought that the sidewalk looked cleaner than usual,

"The Misses Moses," from my collection Aliens in the Prime of Their Lives (Norton 2010)

14971497 views66 comments66 favs

The Misses Moses by Brad Watson from Aliens in the Prime of Their Lives The Moses sisters lived together, alone, in the fine old brick house near downtown where they…

An Account of my Dwelling (for Kamo no Chômei)

14971497 views22 comments00 favs

[B]y fleeing the city to live on the outskirts of nowhere—a place so far off the beaten path that even Duras’s aging Mr. Andesmas would have felt isolated—I was of course trying to escape from none other than myself.

The Tourists

14971497 views66 comments55 favs

They acquire him in a bar that is famous for its shipwrecks.

Food & Treasure

14971497 views44 comments44 favs

She wakes up with rosemary.

Moon Talk

14971497 views1010 comments55 favs

moonbeams unrecognized language steadies my course

John Doe's Jeans

14971497 views77 comments66 favs

In the panic following news of my motorcycle crash, my honey fled the house without coat or wallet, and now, nearly midnight, we don’t even have cab fare home.

Echoes

14971497 views33 comments22 favs

...Heroin. It helped them get through the tricks and sucked up their flesh.

Conditions of a Narrator

14961496 views44 comments44 favs

Moore doubted, perhaps, that readers could sympathize with a man who had killed someone for a cause or a girlfriend who forgave him. Perhaps she felt that maiming is (not) worse than murder. Perhaps she decided that the story should be about that.

Just Who Does Miller Think He Is?

14961496 views11 comment11 fav

This new kid on the block, named Miller, showed up out of the blue one day, while we were throwing rocks and boulders down on this flimsy gray sheet of construction plywood that was covering an open trench in front of a new house on our block. One of the

Early Tuesday Morning

14961496 views00 comments00 favs

The moon hung in the sky, round and pale, under cover of some wispy clouds.

It Seems You've Stumbled Upon My Bildungsroman

14961496 views22 comments22 favs

Why yes I began writing this, my bildungsroman, Who is Mitsy Jackson, in spring, 1974 or thereabouts, and thank you so much for asking.

Mon Oncle

14961496 views88 comments66 favs

Mrs. L. was sitting on a love seat in her nightgown. She was sitting in a man’s lap....

On Not Having an Affair With a Flamboyant Minor Dadaist Poetess

14961496 views88 comments44 favs

It’s just that—well, I don’t know how to put this— With a Dadaist poet a non-affair is the height of erotic bliss.

Fear in a Handful of Dust

14961496 views99 comments55 favs

I fear my personal information travels the World Wide Web/ and mad Ukrainians will steal my name and wealth./ I fear the fiscal cliff and raising the ceiling on national debt./ I fear a death by taxes.

Safe

14961496 views1010 comments1111 favs

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.

Inconsequential

14961496 views1111 comments66 favs

I write poems as if language matters.

Egypt is Wisconsin is...

14961496 views77 comments66 favs

Regime is elected officials ignoring constituents, ignoring protestors, ignoring history

Rocket

14961496 views22 comments00 favs

The rocket shone in the distance. Cape Canaveral had never looked so pretty.

How To Write a Poem

14961496 views55 comments44 favs

an EZ How to Guide in 50 simple steps

Monday

14961496 views00 comments00 favs

The door shuts slowly to something that’s allegedly mine and it sits there and waits until I come home just like you.

Self Pity

14961496 views88 comments55 favs

The army was bulldozing grandmother's house.

Sausages

14961496 views1111 comments77 favs

When I cook sausages, I am afraid I will not let them sit in the pan long enough, and they will be pink inside. Then, even if the pigs have been handled humanely, I and the person for whom I've prepared this meal will be at risk for some terrible stomach poisoning.Let's say…

more horrid haiku

14951495 views88 comments77 favs

a mere forty years/and maybe you become twelve,/maybe sixty-three.