1482 6 4
|
Poetry is conceit; emotional, intellectual or technical.
|
1482 10 8
|
I never took more than a few pills at a time, just enough for a treat on Friday night.
|
1481 3 3
|
The gate squeaked, the gravel shuffled and the letterbox clattered as February 14th's mail cascaded to the ground.
|
1481 11 9
|
The commodore drives a 67 Caddy rag top
All fin and boatish power
|
1481 7 6
|
I almost caught a poet today.
|
1481 7 2
|
|
1481 4 2
|
who can quite say/when careless talk & confidence/slips into that other charged thing/so minimal at first
|
1481 6 2
|
She is trying to quit—nasty habit this smoking. Still, this is the only time she lets herself smoke these days: Laundry day.
|
1481 3 1
|
It was more than just taste/
more than a point of view/
and oil and pigment/
that painted a store front church/
a box with a cross in a vacant lot/
that welcomed desperation, faith/
and imagination.
|
1481 0 0
|
It turned out that my brother's newly acquired building in downtown Pasadena, was what developers called a "see-through" building. That meant you could look from one side of the building all the way through to the other side, without obstruction. In oth
|
1481 6 5
|
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…
|
1481 3 1
|
Though his heart aches
his melody seems to flow
It creeps into the dreams
of all in slumber in the valley below
|
1481 3 1
|
It worked for a short time and their next album, "The Hirsute Agenda" became an underdog success.
|
1481 11 9
|
When Chuck dies, I’ll throw/
a party and dance, a little drunk,/
across what I’ll pretend/
is the old shit’s grave.
|
1481 9 8
|
I don't think you understand. A sad boy doesn't just die inside, slowly, he becomes withdrawn from certain types of lovely youthful reasoning out loud, accustomed to feeling what is expected, graded, just to be allowed to survive another…
|
1481 2 1
|
"That zit on your forehead just won't go away, will it, sweetie?" she adds as she brushes her daughter's bangs downward.
|
1480 1 0
|
My first abroad journey completed. A picturesque way to end it all, really. I’m into that, I think to myself: making things play like movies or dramas or as beautifully as I can make them.
|
1480 7 6
|
All these poets with their wrinkled hands full of freshly poured over poems are driving me into the dried wheat fields like a black block of crows. Offering a collectable cigarette, they light the damned thing with another hand-rolled poem,…
|
1480 6 5
|
|
1480 10 7
|
Nik Wallenda was going to walk a wire stretched from Sarasota Bay across US 41 to a condo on Gulf Stream Drive.
|
1480 2 1
|
I wonder if regular nonfashion clothes are out forever, if these kids will ever dress normally like, you know, Phil Donahue, again.
|
1480 0 0
|
|
1480 0 0
|
The streets were filled with animals of the forest. All in a panic trying to find a direction. Mixed among them were members of various Clans that lived in the forest.
|
1480 4 0
|
I await, here at Sandymount Strand / There's a stony bed and moistened sand / Couples dance away into futurity /
With their dogs upon the shore
|
1480 4 3
|
The first time I ever held a gun, I was three years old...
|
1480 8 5
|
|
1480 1 0
|
It was an eagle in the waves
Those eyes make no mistake
Especially from a mile high
Blue fish and tuna
Too dumb to run
|
1480 4 0
|
We all stared, somewhat shocked and mostly disgusted.
|
1479 5 3
|
Magdalena followed the receding tide, her tiny feet leaving no rumors in the hard sand. She gathered only the most beautiful shells and presented them to her waiting Abuela. Her grandmother told her that the only things that a woman truly owns are her dreams. She told her…
|
1479 2 1
|
We all thought, Birds! We all thought, Nests inside the chimney!
|