Most read stories

Five Evangelists

14611461 views1111 comments66 favs

Five evangelists in bathing suits baptize a man while green chilies roast on a Ferris wheel rotisserie

Fictionaut or Not? Write On.

14611461 views99 comments11 fav

Okay, I'm here; I'm participating. Enjoying the back & forth with other writers. Waiting for penises and fetuses to move down the "Most Recent" list, but working around them. Well, that's kind of unintentionally visual.This essay, like many other reads on here, is…

Baby Teak

14611461 views11 comment11 fav

Baby Teak can access Wikipedia by rubbing two xylophone mallets together.

White Room

14611461 views66 comments22 favs

A white room is empty but for you, a card table and a chair.

Ten Books That Have Stuck with Me Off the Top of My Head as I Make Them Up, #2

14611461 views33 comments22 favs

#2 The Typewriter Inside You by Harmon Gentle—I found this one at a garage sale when I was 15. Intended as a manual for sharpening one's typing skills, by the third chapter it became obvious that Mr. Gentle's sanity had slipped, and that rather than mastering the…

The Sunlight of the Mind

14611461 views77 comments55 favs

The nerves are birds that guide us to feeling the loop and lift of reverie.

Vampires Suck

14601460 views00 comments00 favs

The little clapboard church sits stiffly in the sun. It's steeple marking time with it's shadow on the sidewalk. It is the last place most people would think to look for a vampire, but I am sure that one is in there. Contrary to popular opinion, there

Click

14601460 views1010 comments33 favs

I am going to quit clicking refresh, only because it is clear nothing is happening out there. After I click refresh just one more time, that is, and then I am closing the window. After clicking one more last time. …

When The Conversation Ends

14601460 views22 comments11 fav

It was a strange mood, unfamiliar, not one of her usual “I'm busy wrestling with my personal demons” type of moods. She'd been steeped in it all day and I, like a shipwrecked victim reaching out for any piece of flotsam…

The Weight of a Gun

14601460 views44 comments33 favs

The first time I ever held a gun, I was three years old...

Pop Tarts

14601460 views66 comments77 favs

The currents of events/ strip the molecules from cartilage,// reverse polarity of ventricles—

Monday

14601460 views88 comments88 favs

Always in a hurry/to spoil your/weekend

How the Big Man Reigned

14601460 views44 comments22 favs

I am fair game that will be hunted and eaten, cutting its edge with Satan's tears from six eyes.

Balm (excerpt)

14601460 views00 comments00 favs

my second language / to silence / plainsong of / the breast

Just Stopped In For A Raspberry Slushie

14591459 views66 comments55 favs

Certain disorders lend themselves to poetics.

Chancing the Moonglow

14591459 views77 comments77 favs

It's become sort of a habit now when Elsie's husband is away on business two or three times a month that we take the afternoon off and drive nine miles across the river to Marginalia, Arkansas and the Moonglow Motel with its red, neon vacancy sign and although to some, two…

What's that on your glasses?

14591459 views33 comments33 favs

The shit just doesn't want to come off.

Love Las Muertas

14591459 views00 comments00 favs

a dozen girls with Encarnación's face flit past, whispering kisses along the part of my hair, tickling their hems along the cuticles of my nails.

Happy New Year's

14591459 views77 comments22 favs

Start white flour diet.

What I Learned From Magazines This Week

14591459 views55 comments44 favs

In his heyday, Burt Reynolds owned $100,000 worth of custom-made toupees.

Postcard from Shambhala

14591459 views33 comments22 favs

Dearest Z— There is no way to describe this place. It is a pendulum, caught at mid-swing or maybe just a millimeter on the up side. It is a sense of sweeping, a cleanness. Distant clouds remind me of the day we took the train and the mountains acted petulantly,…

on the shore on the shore

14591459 views44 comments00 favs

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

Homunculus

14591459 views11 comment00 favs

Tiny was my daughter. Or what was left of her. A mucous-y chunk of what was once in my womb and then wasn’t.

Otillie

14591459 views66 comments55 favs

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…

Solid

14591459 views88 comments55 favs

Explanation within

The Ruined Person

14591459 views00 comments00 favs

The pit of my stomach was bottoming out, this lurching sort-of feeling one experiences when one has coasted WELL OVER an abyss and has no way of finding one's bearings . . .

I Ask You, Erin Burnett...is it fair?

14591459 views22 comments22 favs

In the privacy of a booth?

Born in 1991

14591459 views55 comments66 favs

Sometimes I think living in a house with so many rooms / you can get lost just making your way to the fridge / should be enough. I chastise myself for wanting more.

Brussegem, a snug hell (novel excerpt)

14581458 views00 comments00 favs

Long ago, this painter Brussegem had hung the dark mantle of Outcast Artist” over his shoulders—and over his life, he formed a strict philosophy—Art and Only Art—and protected his solitude and artistry with all his moody might,....

ANGER

14581458 views11 comment22 favs

You gave me everything, delivered with a hungry mouth. Tease.All taken away, erasedby a few words.Lips that poured forth and lips that took insharp, electric pleasures.Now withdrawn, thin, petulant.Not satisfied,you crushed my sanctuary.with so…