Most read stories

Caterpillar on a Chalkboard

13301330 views33 comments22 favs

What do you want me to tell you about this next full moon cycle that you don't already intuitively seem to have touched upon in your latest bout of almost there dreams? It too will pass? That it is a totally different unfair animal from the repellent one already…

Heron

13301330 views11 comment11 fav

. . . nor did mine eye apologize.

Ineluctable

13301330 views88 comments88 favs

I attended the burial of our affair when I found the notebook-maybe it should be called her diary-she had foolishly forgotten, leaving it on the deck of my beach house where she stayed while I was on that short trip to Chicago and I was numbed at first, unsure how to…

A Year and a Day Then

13301330 views88 comments66 favs

Removing the deeply embedded jack-blade frommy naked side, like any slicked-upsplinter, was just a bit jarring on the first bite, on first try, I must admit. I freelydo so now to your frozen-over faces. You made your…

stung

13301330 views1212 comments66 favs

Lust

Born in 1991

13301330 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.

5 Things I've Learned After 5 Years of Reviewing Small Press Books and Writing 2 of My Own

13291329 views11 comment22 favs

In today’s print-on-demand and digital world, there are unlimited avenues for aspiring writers to circulate their work, but deregulation and limitlessness often leads to chaos. Writers are more inclined to release unpolished work that fails to rise to the

STROBE

13291329 views33 comments11 fav

No excerpts for you. Next!

The Swans

13291329 views00 comments00 favs

The struggling creature opened its beak and let out a shrill cry before both parents moved in and, using their webbed feet, forced its head back under the surface.

Bunker

13291329 views99 comments88 favs

Dressed as an English professor on Halloween I escape the red devil and run downtown. I go to the Art Car hangar I dance, I swing my golden brown briefcase

The Woman from Mecca

13291329 views00 comments00 favs

We trade broken phrases of English, Arabic...

Night Talk

13291329 views99 comments99 favs

She said, "Tonight let's talk of things untrue and he said, ' Like black is white and night is day and up is down and in is out?' and she said, 'Yeah, those things we know to be false for sure like you know, like...well, you could say, 'I really love you' and I could say,…

My Belgian Waffle-Hound: Song

13291329 views44 comments33 favs

I was walking my Belgian Waffle-Hound Past the Belgian waffle shop I found a penny on the ground And did a tiny little hop I spun around and went inside The Belgian waffle shop And bought a little waffle For my Belgian Waffle-Hound

Dream Boats

13291329 views22 comments22 favs

The Inauguration Day Windstorm had blown out half the downtown lights to celebrate its twenty-first birthday. Two old friends flecked with gray snow and white hair sat on the boulders that kept the Sound from sweeping away Myrtle Edwards Park. Look at all the…

Love Tracer

13291329 views77 comments44 favs

(2:56 a.m.): "Hi it's Charlie it's Pat at 4:00 in the morning my time. I just wanna tell you that I wouldn't mind getting him in bed with you the rest of my life."

The Book You'll Never Read

13291329 views55 comments11 fav

THE BOOK YOU'LL NEVER READ CONTENTS This Is Not A Test In The Event Of A Nuclear Attack, This Message Will Be Followed By A Message From Your Local Civilian Defense Authority Fuck, The Radio Doesn't Work Trouble Shooting Radios The Top 40…

This Is Why

13291329 views22 comments00 favs

Look at this castle: fashioned from the sturdiest sand, pages of my name

Ascension of the Conquistador

13291329 views33 comments11 fav

One of Montejo's cap­tains has us drilling in the rain again. The sun hasn't shone for days and the air is sti­fling, like try­ing to breath under water. Every­thing looks gray except the palms. Each green leaf droops in the rain like a…

February 2012 Denver, COLORADO

13291329 views22 comments11 fav

"You don't need the gun," Dean said. "Bring me a bottle of peroxide and some duct tape."

it

13291329 views55 comments55 favs

where will we be/ when it happens?

What Keeps Us Awake

13281328 views11 comment00 favs

On Friday evenings they play Scrabble, a whole crowd of them. They use books to keep score, page numbers, instead of a long column of pencil scratches. They organize themselves into teams; the English majors all together, versus biology, history and horn players. She and he…

Style Shifts

13281328 views55 comments55 favs

Style Shifts “Oh, yes, my cousin. We were rude boys until the armed gangs started to gather. Used to be we could pass a night driving, playing our songs, acting tough. Yeah. We'd mouth off, flash some teeth, spark some anger when we felt like it. We…

James Dean

13281328 views44 comments44 favs

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…

Ferdinand Gets Married

13281328 views88 comments33 favs

You have the right to be happy

After Eliot

13281328 views55 comments22 favs

Her breath was on me

Grimace

13281328 views1010 comments1010 favs

I dreamt I was raped the other night. Sometimes it was me, that is, and sometimes it was another woman with a dark bouffant hair-do. Definitely outside though and the hulking back of the man was covered by a charcoal wool…

Dashboard Jesus

13281328 views99 comments33 favs

When I first started this, a few months ago, I was timid about looking people in the eye.

This Can't Be True, But I Remember It

13281328 views33 comments33 favs

She calls me by my name. She says I am her daughter.

The Tourists

13281328 views33 comments33 favs

He thought of his field trip from the previous year, of Prague’s museums, statues, squares, architecture, restaurants, and various modes of transport. The town offered none of these and surely no cinema, no crowds of people, not even an old church.

Childbed (cenotaph song)

13281328 views1313 comments99 favs

Those who don’t die, desire, descend. No song aloft arises from my irk. The seeing chieftain, not of sea, nor sand, nor boat, I till nightfall stammer alive, dig boneless trenches against tiding dregs and lathe, hunt, wallow, plow the hours, call in awei