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“You did what?”
“Well, the bike is a classic. Getting the proper parts for it just isn’t easy.”
“You’ll end up like smeared all over the road doing things like that, and I’ll have to pick you up again. Geez. Watch out for this branch-”
Bruce held
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Ben was in no mood for games. His ribs hurt and his eye was painful. He would have to tell this girl, who had flicked her tongue in his ear and who did not sound like Sophie, to get lost
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Dominic would show them all. That stupid "Welcome to Bessemer" sign was his. It was the pride of the whole damn town. No other target would do.It was the dead of night, and Dominic rode his bike to the town line. He briefly considered spray painting something vulgar over…
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I assume the shape of a pronoun.
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R just sent me a funny text:
Nice nice shit rainbows
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The way each intersection in a city where you’ve lived a while becomes layered with personal archeology.
The cafe that replaced a liquor store you avoided, and the friend (or lover) you broke up with there,
and the way on the day of the big fire you
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she shivered in the ceasefire like a virginal nude brought to life.
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One day it was boring / to be alive.
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Remembering Ginsberg
who howled through just about everybody's idea of the real weirdo poet
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They were really big, a lot larger and taller and stronger than he was. Sometimes they were holding him, all of him, high up in the air. Sometimes they would have him crawl in front of them. Often they put him into some form of holding cell.
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The sun was at the edge of the earth. The shadows around Ayane and her friends brought the creature closer.
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We're doomed as a species. The Zorks are coming to eat us. It all started when Joey Cacciatore, the dumbest crook in the history of the world, got Veetzers swarming like blowflies in 1972, and thereby ensured the upcoming…
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Byron's achievement, certainly quite remarkable, is to have raised the drunken monologue to a literary form.
Edmund Wilson
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Street by street, non-combatants ran away. Each one passed by the Society and law enforcement screaming.
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There is truth you can’t escape or say any other way and expect it still to be truth.
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I would open an eye, waiting for it to absorb the scant light in the room, and I would see her on the far edge of the bed, the topography of her hips now a battlement to keep me at bay.
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I found the hand eight months ago, after I planned to grow a meadow of tiny yellow blossoms in my yard.
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we gave divided houses / child stand up anyway
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chains across all the old doors
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“Not all the birds are to be trusted, and there are other spies more evil than they are.” —J.R.R.Tolkien This may well be our own about time, time to walk out that comfortable front door forever into danger. Nothing will ever…
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... and photos of friends from former lives: the Wolfman; Drac; the Mummy; my ungrateful Son; even my gold-digging, coat-tailer ex-wife.
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It was all things considered a particularly odd sight, which Annalise did not know how to handle.
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We discussed the epic poems/
and agreed to write a new one.
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Six months later, she was teaching theology / to refugees from est.
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Mythical Itch and the Unicorns
Working Late
Jacuzzi Floozy
One Erection
Diego Rivera’s Poncho
Frieda’s Moustache
Avalanche
Babushka Dolls
Photographic Mammary
Drool
Sir Gruntsalot
Uber Rubber
Iota Pie
Elder Geese
Ladylike
Rud
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"You look awfully familiar," said one of the corrupt oil company execs to the dark-haired man with the sunglasses and big sideburns.
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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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Santa’s stuck/you say? In the chimney of course./The lard-arsed ol’bastard struggling
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Easing her hand with her other hand.
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