Most read stories

Beautiful Are the Feet: Part One

14021402 views22 comments11 fav

Naomi hadn't expected them to come in such a big box. When the UPS man tried to hand it to her, she told him there must be some mistake, but then he pointed to her name¾NAOMI BROWN¾right there on the top. When she finally got off all that tape, she had another…

Perfect Lady

14021402 views1010 comments77 favs

The Tea Party member was married but cuter. He worked as a caulker, a tub and basin man.

The Watchers

14011401 views77 comments66 favs

Up at the top, a quarter mile south, billows of black smoke crawled up the faint blue of the sky.

Mauthausen

14011401 views22 comments11 fav

I was feeling a bit introspective. I was busy in my own mind assembling the history of the place and getting ready for the visit. I was naturally not someone who would cluster up with a bunch of people I had just met and had arrived to participate in this

Mean Time

14011401 views88 comments77 favs

between

Unclassifieds 1

14011401 views11 comment11 fav

*Must have excellent communication skills and be able to talk pretty good.

Vesper

14011401 views55 comments44 favs

. . . how a body calls in the dark. . .

Invoking Fire

14011401 views55 comments22 favs

We talk of his time in the jungle.

A Next Step

14011401 views1010 comments88 favs

The first night I met her we slow danced to George Strait songs for most of the evening and when we took a break, our talking went warm and well as we sat eating hot dogs and sipping beers until she dropped a couple of bombs, first, telling me she was married and then, that…

Assiduity Seven

14011401 views55 comments44 favs

Uzma dashes up the stairs ahead of me . . .

Déjà Vu Sur l’Herbe

14011401 views55 comments55 favs

While watching the ever-present crowds passing by on my insides, I noticed, by accident, a man smiling who might have been me, not sure. Maybe I’m eating soap for the first time, because I am either frothing or foaming at the mouth. An

The Morning

14011401 views00 comments00 favs

Early in the morning I wanted to send you something for when you wake;

Possible Candidates for Reading to a Crowd

14011401 views99 comments55 favs

"Possible candidates for reading to a crowd" the subject line of the email to myself read. You see, writing can be hard - or writing can be easy. But writing for a crowd you'll see is something else entirely.

Elephant with a little Poet on its Head

14011401 views55 comments55 favs

“Every word was once an animal.”--Emerson This circle has been Broken. The mother has Disappeared inside the wounds Of gunfire like an Eye drop. Who knows if Any of them left, crunched Down, whole into the…

Ineluctable

14011401 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…

Meteorology

14011401 views1111 comments55 favs

Among the raindrops/ occasional plopping snowflakes.

The Model & The Artist

14011401 views33 comments22 favs

I advertised in the local paper for a model.

mondays get all the heat

14011401 views55 comments44 favs

when i was five or six/ we lived in an apartment/ and every sunday/ i'd lie on the carpet/ to watch squares of sunshine/ crawl across the rug/ while my mother inflicted upon us/ a centuries-long hour of television/ worse than any droning mass.

Mezzanine

14011401 views55 comments44 favs

I am i said pursued by the feeling of being watched.You are she said -- by yourself. As in a dream, a dream you know you're dreaming. Which changes nothing.We are she said watching from the mezzanine, half-above, at once a part and apart.

The Meeting

14001400 views55 comments55 favs

When he leans back from the telescope through which he had been looking, he sports a derby and a Hercule Poirot moustache.

Downland Ballad I :Photo-disintegration

14001400 views11 comment11 fav

Like a distant memory of past expectations I wander through past journeys, delineations chew on the fresh air like a discontented Wordsworth now free, free to roam where I will..

Bunker

14001400 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

Hunting Season

14001400 views11 comment11 fav

A mundane endeavor depicted as a quest. Try it, you'll like it!

A Straw Grasp

14001400 views1313 comments1212 favs

My wife, Sheila, inadvertently clicked my e-mail address, too, when she sent her reply back to him and I read her poet friend's message that her love opened the window of his heart and she replied that his words were knocks that opened the door to her being, then I stood…

To an Overly Helpful Husband of Advanced Age

14001400 views1515 comments1010 favs

in which a man who is bored with years of retirement poses a threat to himself and others

First Rain of the New Year

14001400 views1212 comments88 favs

Compartments trickle together/ in light diffuse and unreliable./ Fortify yourself against the day.

Bearded Lady

14001400 views44 comments33 favs

Nights this husband returned home still hungry sometimes, even for her forearms against his own

Triolet

14001400 views1111 comments88 favs

the magic is our making

Edge of Wolf

14001400 views77 comments33 favs

edge of wolf howls and howls past sunflowers and skeletons

Memoir 2.4

14001400 views88 comments77 favs

He invited her in for a Martini and she graciously accepted.