1536 0 0
|
I don't like listening to the radio anymore. Nothing is clearer than a live voice with something to say. Give me a big field with no one around but the birds and I will send the bees away from me. I will deny all bugs to buzz.
|
153665
|
He stops smiling and only
says he loves me when prompted,
as if asking me to pass the salt
for his inner peace as it tastes too bland.
|
153664
|
Too often, Calvin's willful head finds its way into his hands.
|
153634
|
Wednesdays were humiliating. Third graders had to bring in twenty-five cents for class dues. If you forgot, the teacher would write your name on the board and it would stay there until you settled your debt. My family could afford the weekly quarter; the problem was…
|
153622
|
People questioned my motives when I became a smokejumper again. They said I had a death wish, or that somehow by going into battle against the big Pacific Northwest forest fires, I was still trying to put out the flames of the burning car in which my sons Jake (age…
|
153644
|
The woman lit a cigarette and sat on the edge of the bed, crossing one leg over the other. She took a long drag, tilted her head back, paused. Her eyes flicked to the NO…
|
153621
|
|
1536136
|
Too many sparrows flit and twitter here./
Let’s go inside. The sky is far too big/
and the sun bears down on us like searchlights.
|
153632
|
She turned him down again. Said it was her insomnia. She was so tired, she said, she had to work in the morning, and why couldn't he understand that? She rolled over facing away from him. He sat up in bed, thinking. When was the last time? Three months ago? Four? He…
|
1536127
|
no need to write it if you/
live it, conscious of the light, the/
shape, the sound, the taste, and shadow.
|
153661
|
The old man is dead,
body propped in its cart
like the dead El Cid
strapped on his horse by Jimena
to save Valencia,
and yet...
|
153534
|
She had a face like a frog: wide mouth, prominent eyes – and when she touched him, her fingers felt clammy on his skin.
|
153511
|
Methuselah. That’s what they call him, the regulars that ride my train. Other things too, but Methuselah is the one that sticks in my mind. It seems to fit. It’s not as cruel.
|
153511
|
years later, she won’t go near the trees
|
1535139
|
Remember the equatorial heat, the flies,/
the lurking hum and scream of jungle,/
the squalor? Remember the functionary.
|
153551
|
I lift up my sweatshirt and reach with a full fist into my belly button. This is where the fat comes out.
|
1535198
|
...collapse of the human world. Go, cell phones!
|
153563
|
That is a pretty damning statement.
|
1535108
|
“I have a theory,” she said on their first date, which was at an Indian restaurant where the music was a lovely singsong but the chef seemed enraged as he clapped a ball of dough between his hands, then threw it into the flames. And her date, whom she…
|
153533
|
Sitting in the car, John had the urge to kill himself.
|
15351610
|
Lavender, a Liberal Betty, batty from hormones, in a fanciful fit, named her daughter Lavender. Husband Don winced. Brothers Donald, John, Billy, and Tom were puzzled and pleased by this sister, this girl, who was a little bit like them, yet not like them at…
|
1535113
|
Ego bereft of consistency Betrays a heart hungering to toll. Unable to trust its will Or harbor imaginary gods, It gains a hold melding into a role whose proven viability Can give convincing cover To buy time to fabricate An identity that feels unique, Yet…
|
153522
|
Meet Carl. He's six-three, two hundred and thirty pounds. He has light-brown hair,…
|
153575
|
The nerves are birds that guide us to feeling the loop and lift of reverie.
|
153575
|
It is not unusual for farmers to see the future before it’s begun—but I am not speaking here only of the need to hope but more. . . .
|
153453
|
It's 2am. The wind is moving at speed, whipping gently the tree branches, and their leaves rustle simultaneously to create a audible sound, like hands flipping through sheets of paper, or that feeling you get on your fingertips when going across a textured surface. I'm…
|
153431
|
My dad was an Army Reservist stationed in the U.S.—New York and Texas—the bugler in his corps. He golfed on summer weekends at Hazeltine in the course of his career. I had seen houses water colored prettily within the lines on L.S.D., after noticing not
|
1534911
|
The brain taints everything it brings to us/
with its limited apparatus, its precepts,//
all the things it thinks it knows.
|
1534115
|
There are no inspirations./
There are only the things I like/
and the much more numerous//
things I do not like.
|
1534108
|
you drove by the woman standing on the verge the woman with the shoulders of a long distance swimmer and you told yourself her story: she'd slept in the wiregrass she carries…
|
