1660 8 6
|
If I seemed disappointed after our conversation,
then, for the record, that was never the case.
|
165922
|
The man and the woman looked at each other almost shyly. The man flicked his eyes away self-consciously and looked outside, seeing the clouds in the distance, the smaller buildings…
|
165900
|
"Do you know how long they've waited for you?" Elle asked. "At first, it was every day after school, waiting at the windows. They wouldn't go play with friends because they wanted to be here, in case you returned. Then, they used to believe you would come
|
165933
|
From this distance, he reminded me of a sleazy pink flamingo, waiting for feeding time at the zoo to deepen the timbre of his feathers and hint at the promise of a narcotic aviation before his commune of hens.
|
165965
|
I stole forth dimly in the dripping pause
|
165941
|
Byron's achievement, certainly quite remarkable, is to have raised the drunken monologue to a literary form.
Edmund Wilson
|
165910
|
Row,
Caps of white,
A salted escape
beneath reflected light.
Brother, remember those old lies?
I’m off to sea to make those things right,
now.
|
165920
|
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.
|
165920
|
The sighs of the nearby shore came to me through an open window.Wave after gentle wave caressed her broad, sand crusted skin. Mesmerized, I lay still.The in out sound of breathing now filled the room.Your warmth enveloping me like the satin…
|
165921
|
A look flashed across his face as if someone had hooked up his genitals to a car battery.
|
16592110
|
The fly comes in against my will/
and hers. She would prefer/
the wider world with its piles of shit
|
165921
|
This was before the cancer, years before. He did this every day: up at five, before Astrid and Max. Four cups of coffee in the machine. A bowl of granola. Five hundred words. Five hundred words no matter goddamn what. Five hundred words on Sunday and Chri
|
165943
|
1. Walking here
with you
on these narrow
strands
of clean air
& imagination
|
165984
|
The coal carts come and go like the seasons, never stopping.
|
1659106
|
Here comes my speed dealer
he's riding shotgun in the open
|
1659188
|
Jesus is for sale. But he’s heavy.
|
165922
|
Suppose Eve, strolling through the sunlit Garden, had not stumbled on that particular Tree at all, the wily serpent twined in its lower branches?
|
165854
|
I found the hand eight months ago, after I planned to grow a meadow of tiny yellow blossoms in my yard.
|
1658129
|
anxiety
said Kierkegaard
is the dizziness
of freedom
|
165801
|
I followed the curve of the etched Koi, its filigree scales arcing across a taut midriff toward the indent of her pierced navel, where a collection of water lilies drifted on the surface of her skin.
|
165840
|
|
1658118
|
I can’t decide whether I want to be buried or cremated when I die.
|
165752
|
I walk through nameless
streets, narrow and winding,
past shops selling scarves,
spices, skins.
|
165743
|
. . . the empiricism of the mechanical had wound tight into her, lessons her few calendars could never impart without aid from sundials, hourglasses, clocks.
|
165721
|
It is like truth on the battle field. Muted
|
1657157
|
I fondly remember those warm, weekend evenings at twilight on the beach. After the frolic of the waves flattened, sending the surfers home and, after the last bait was spent, sending the surfcasters away, I'd set up the little, foldable, 3‘x4', rectangular stage I always…
|
1657158
|
She is too stylish to be crazy, is what the migrant probably thinks. And he's right.
|
165700
|
I was looking for an inn to get a cup of calf soup before jacking ribs at the mutton joint. Feng calls, running numbers on an engine zone out in the valley.
|
165753
|
|
165775
|
I am no different to her, living seven days ahead
of myself, looking forward to looking back,
as we Irish do so fondly
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