Most read stories

Dignity Village, Portland

15701570 views1111 comments99 favs

A cheap pocket knife was the only sharp I carried in my backpack and they allowed me that. The man with the pot tattoo on his neck said, “All of us here needs some type of knife. You gotta cut up your food. We don't…

Regret

15701570 views99 comments88 favs

Regret takes the shape of little clouds ...

Things As They Really Are

15701570 views44 comments44 favs

I slide my CD toward Eric Burdon who sits, smiling and gracious and fatigued from Seattle traffic, at the table at Silver Platters, where I have just purchased ‘Til Your River Runs Dry, and stood in a line of old gray heads to have him sign it. I remove my hat and…

Hope's Amanuensis

15701570 views66 comments55 favs

I was low on carburetor / oxygen and my fraud protection / had just expired.

Somebody Loves You

15691569 views66 comments44 favs

When I look at the picture on my refrigerator, I always think the same thing: "Hitler was a baby once too, look how well he turned out."

A THOUSAND PARROTS

15691569 views11 comment00 favs

  The parrots woke Eddie up. That and Rocker snoring in the twin bed. A thousand parrots flying over the motel? They squawked, God how they…

The Bird Nests of Lascaux

15691569 views66 comments66 favs

With their brightly-colored bits of found string woven into the walls of their nests to teach their baby birds what the worms of the future will look like. Somewhat like the cave paintings of Lascaux for early man in France, when hunti

Tongues

15691569 views66 comments66 favs

I feel his hand on my face, feel it brush past my lips, and I taste my sister's blood.

In the Garden

15691569 views1212 comments44 favs

It will always be this way/ won’t it, she said. Me insecure, you unfaithful

Lucky Strike

15691569 views1717 comments1111 favs

...when they entered eager lungs hungry from deep and sweaty love

Straight to Jimbo

15691569 views88 comments77 favs

...coming into that bone yard, you just hang a right, go on past La Fontaine, and take a left a bit further on. Jimbo's right up in there.

What He Lost Round the Mountain

15691569 views44 comments33 favs

The plane passes the runway, dips sharply, its shadow straight down below, too cold in the cabin, the sun hitting your arm like a machete below, it is 94, the humidity too, it has just rained for 3 days, it never rains this time of year......

The Caselvetrano Olive

15691569 views88 comments44 favs

He spotted her in Sarasota Whole Foods surveying the artichokes

Chapter 27: Prosperity Meteor Showers and the Human Ingenuity Tenders Lasting Economic Recovery Act

15691569 views77 comments55 favs

... the CBO issued a concise and brilliant report demonstrating that the most cost-effective and permanent solution to the multiple problems presented by persistent poverty in the United States was the elimination of all those with prorated household or i

thank you, for everything

15691569 views44 comments22 favs

I was in life, in my dream. I was feeling around underneath your clothing. My fingers were shining in the underwater afterlife of memory, searching for those lovely nipple-sized mollusks. I lived in a land somewhere between the past and the future. Now

Haiku Life

15691569 views77 comments44 favs

A funny thing this life

A Serial Killer’s First Day in Medical School

15691569 views44 comments11 fav

To rival the professor in his knowledge of various body parts is impossible ...

Threshold

15691569 views77 comments66 favs

But we proliferated back

The Actual Poets

15691569 views66 comments66 favs

And here’s a picture of you at the end of the line to the great toilet of fiction, waiting to relieve yourself, quick before the poetry gets to you. Or worse, the actual poets.

Escaped Poems

15691569 views44 comments44 favs

Sometimes my poems escape. They crawl out through my Wi-Fi connection, I suspect.

Sleeping late in Cahuita, Costa Rica

15681568 views22 comments22 favs

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.

The Nude Pianist: A Novel: Chapter 30

15681568 views44 comments22 favs

Anatoly Gringovitch took a swallow of beer, thoughtfully put the cap on his Ferrari da Varese custom fountain pen, and launched into his story:

Accident Assurance

15681568 views44 comments33 favs

They found your athymic neck/clipped like a bag of Skittles/and your lifeblood left a Rorschach test on the dash/in which they saw the future/and their own exits/(straight ahead and to the right).

Swords of Rome

15681568 views00 comments00 favs

Rome and Carthage wage war as Hannibal crosses the Alps and invades Italy. With him, he brings an army of barbarian hordes hellbent on reducing Rome to ash. For one young Roman soldier, Gaius, he is trapped between his loyalties to the republic, and to hi

Ritual

15681568 views11 comment11 fav

The dance draws deeper whirling witches weaving rhymes The fire spits fierce in the falling rain soon the spell will spill from secret times

Metamorphosis Revisited

15681568 views44 comments33 favs

When I met Gregor Samsa he was still a cockroach, erratic and skittish whenever the light came on. We often spoke in the dark. I empathized with the man. I mean bug. Ok. That isn't fair. You can't call a man a bug because he chirps and eats dried skin cells. A…

The Hunger of the Waxing Moon

15681568 views11 comment11 fav

I took advantage of a free period this afternoon to nap. When I awoke, I tasted blood. My tongue was swollen. I checked myself in the mirror and saw twin punctures on my lower lip with pinpricks of blood on each. I winked at my reflection and lifted my li

Solitary Lunatics Up On The Roof

15681568 views22 comments11 fav

Up top, the sky is like a fist fight- fat lip purple and bitchslap pinks get wilder as the tabs kick in. Those hovering lights are aliens! we assert with insistent like-mindedness from where we sit directly beneath the airport flight path.

Water Hitting Water.

15681568 views44 comments44 favs

Jenny was certain nobody saw her when she took the slinky shirt from her father's store. It was blue with buttons shaped like cherries, the fabric light as air. She balled it up in her hand. Her father owned a chain of boutiques called Body Electric. The racks were…

Too many leaves

15681568 views77 comments55 favs

This late November day there are too many leaves filling the yard.