1387 7 6
|
Now, this boy removed his socks in front of me, on the chair beside my desk where I read my books, and said: “My toenails aren’t shaped properly.”
|
138786
|
I wrote her a poem.She said, “I hate poetry.” I said, “OK, just read the words then."
|
1387147
|
At some point, you care/
just enough to wake each morning,
|
138722
|
1The Bird King's eggs are subatomic particles created serendipitously by a sneeze in a quantum physicist's dream.Occupying a space between existence and nothingness, reason and madness, broccoli and…
|
138743
|
The first of the fires that started by the river in the abandoned mills were so hot they burned white and pale blue
|
138701
|
The woman in green doesn’t want to encounter the meter maid who is actually a man and so waits to one side at the newspaper racks as if purchasing a paper while that person writes the parking ticket (this city needs that money) and drives away in his li
|
1386107
|
Dreams / of being a millionaire are replaced by dreams / of being a billionaire
|
138686
|
|
1386127
|
She has dwindled for the better part of a year, staved off her period, breasts and hips like a warrior. Chestnut strands that danced along candy apple cheeks now surrender to metal pins, her bun severe as an old maid's. Her prominent ears…
|
138644
|
Once or twice, it was only once or twice. Three times, if I really count. And I wasn't giving or loving. And my self stayed hidden and I kept most of my clothes on.
|
138631
|
In the fall it is especially beautiful with the blazing orange oaks set on fire against a crystal blue sky. It is here that she frequently daydreams of her demise.
|
138655
|
It wasn't pain
but half of it,
so half of it I mended
|
138621
|
The blaring scream from my alarm clock suffices as my wake-up call. It disrupts me from my dream state that I so rarely get the privilege to experience any more. I've always loathed that alarm clock, so I turn it off in the most sensibly aggressive manner I know how: just…
|
138642
|
|
138664
|
x ≥ ponds rise beyond where you & i have stood
|
138632
|
His eyes were marbles floating over a void.
|
1386189
|
The Street singer gathers up his coins
and counts to a hundred before
The last string stops vibrating
|
138651
|
They come in my room without knocking and I'm nekkid.
|
138600
|
‘A whole damn plane is missing and the only damn clue we have is a 9mm bullet,’ Picasso said to Victor Bravo whom he calls Torv. He’s his partner at the Picasso Investigation Agency.
They questioned the guard assigned on the night of the plane
|
138665
|
Shhh. I am here. Otillie Augustine, from Trieste, an Italian city to you, but when I lived it was part of Austria. Such things as who flies their flags over a city? Not so important after all, after all the losses and the victory speeches. These were not…
|
138686
|
Said do you feel it when you touch me?
|
138645
|
“Reminds me of my safari in Africa. Somebody forgot the corkscrew and for several days we had to live on nothing but food and water."- W.C. Fields Around the next corner is a dark green door a dark…
|
138675
|
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. . . .
|
138522
|
The light of day is screaming,
shook by the calls of howler monkeys,
their low roar hanging in the salt,
in the black sand riding the wind,
as Playa Negra outstretches its infinite arms.
|
138564
|
As a boyfriend, he knows that such A.D.D. insensitivity could be considered a major liability in the eyes of most girlfriends, including his.
|
13851510
|
Translation’s not required—music/
sings itself complete and comprehensible
|
138522
|
Rogue sits bedside in Jello Biafra’s hospital room.
|
138564
|
They made posters and hung them everywhere. With the passing days she became the photograph at its center: hair always in the same ponytail; always with the same smile
|
138500
|
When He had built the Universe, there was no greater joy in putting it together. The angels themselves were perfect constructs of concept and design, embodiment of breathing principle over particle waves. They each had their purpose; each mortar or a supp
|
138520
|
Each evening the man allowed himself an hour of fresh air. He and Prickles would situate themselves on the tiny balcony overlooking the same street, a blanket bundled around them both for warmth. These were the times he liked to talk to Prickles the most
|
