1469 7 5
|
I am no different to her, living seven days ahead
of myself, looking forward to looking back,
as we Irish do so fondly
|
1469 10 7
|
The tech turns off the music. The capsule blares. I am in Jurassic Park with Sam Neill. I am Timmy, descending the electrified fence, almost toast. I am Karen Silkwood, a deer in the headlights, then showering off plutonium. A garbage truck is compacting
|
1469 1 1
|
If I floated about this coffee cafe,Like a spirit, just watching.In this room of framed fake memories,A room of ambient light, marketing to the masses,(It works; it gets 'em in the doors.)If I floated, I'd seeThese people sitting—eating, drinking, sipping, typing,…
|
1468 12 10
|
|
1468 4 2
|
True facts about Redbeard the communist pirate.
|
1468 6 5
|
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 . . .
|
1468 7 7
|
I wondered if Mr. Slane even knew/
how many dogs he owned
|
1468 0 1
|
As the four flew beside each other, they shared their stories and got to know one another. Soon they learned from the voice what was happening.
|
1468 5 3
|
under your skin the moon is alive
|
1468 8 7
|
I imagine you in the States,
pushing stacks of work papers and our memories
to the side, sense your enjoyment that
you won’t see the worry of your
behavior reflected in my eyes again.
That you can buy and bang and be
whomever you want,
|
1468 1 1
|
President Kennedy’s national physical fitness program tried to reverse the incoming tide of obesity, but for many it was too late.
|
1468 10 9
|
Margaret will take her seven away from his raging Irish hammers slurry Saturday night honks smashing red eyes. They'll board a secret train countryside bound where they sing the songs of her own dead Mam who lived poor in the world but…
|
1468 1 2
|
What a beautiful day it was, what a wonderful day to lose one's mind. This is what you think going into it, that it is all a wonderful dream come true, and sure I'll have my hands full, but at the end of the day it will be worth something. If I hang in long enough,…
|
1468 3 1
|
Your Uncle Howard and I listened to Dutch Reagan re broadcast big league baseball on WHO Radio when we were little. He'd call the play action off the wire complete with sound effects. The son of a bitch turned out to be a Republican...
|
1468 2 1
|
It was all things considered a particularly odd sight, which Annalise did not know how to handle.
|
1468 18 8
|
Jesus is for sale. But he’s heavy.
|
1467 0 1
|
[This story definitely WON'T be appearing in this month's "Alfred Hitchock's Mystery Magazine"!]
|
1467 13 10
|
Well, it's midnight and here I am drinking alone at the Stick It Inn, watching the clock because that cute, brunette waitress with the home wrecker tits, Julie, is working again, thank ya, Jesus, and she just came over and murmured she'd be off at one and come over and…
|
1467 16 8
|
|
1467 13 9
|
No king of Ithaca, but of each/
whining, banging, dust–clouded island/
of focused, physical work
|
1467 4 3
|
“106 more miles,” she said.
|
1467 4 0
|
When I heard that my brother was going to get married, I was more surprised than anything, but also awed by his courage. Our sister, named Baah Baah during a particularly bad recreational substance binge by our fun-loving, aristocratic parents, Nancy and
|
1467 24 12
|
One can watch the grass green/
in response. One can watch the world green/
in response.
|
1467 0 0
|
Warranties are what made America great, although hers has expired and the mailbox will remain empty for another fifteen days.
|
1467 10 8
|
|
1467 10 4
|
feet that would run until their soles were pages of Gideon’s Bibles, worn too thin to touch
|
1467 15 2
|
It was Fredrick Miller, not his murdered son Matthew, who was executed Monday night at Henshaw Prison. (the system won't take anything under 200 characters, so this part is just to take up space. please ignore)
|
1467 4 2
|
It was hard, in the crowded vacation house,
to make love as they would have alone.
|
1467 0 0
|
This is the most frustrating kind of amnesia.
|
1467 5 4
|
It was uncomfortable to realize people had agendas. That there could be invisible realities.
|