1437 0 0
|
Grayson Warren is living the American Dream: a 15-year career as a city cop, a great wife and two kids. And then one day his dream turns into a nightmare.
|
143733
|
Where we’ve penned heart shaped question marks, seeds sprouting bowed heads, a congregation of confused supplicants.
|
143754
|
A study found that in bat species noted for female monogamy male bats have small testes and big brains, while in species noted for female promiscuity males have testicles five times as big, but smaller brains.
|
143710
|
Wile E. Coyote? A junkie strung out on bunk dope.
|
143752
|
The increasingly furrowed lines on his forehead made her stomach clench.
|
143722
|
the lightning horse you never mounted in your inherited dream~wetter than the oceans you never traversed~will you ever ride pure abandon?
|
143744
|
The bartender kept looking at himself in the mirror behind the bar. “Everyone in Hollywood is an actor,” Doc said.
|
143721
|
"You don't need the gun," Dean said. "Bring me a bottle of peroxide and some duct tape."
|
143755
|
where will we be/ when it happens?
|
1437105
|
If I could say only one thing more to Tony who died a month ago, there is one thing I could find to say
|
143798
|
We can’t just bomb Berlin or Dresden,/
Nagasaki or Hanoi, to make things safe
|
143641
|
Ben was not a happy musician.
|
143600
|
When we saw the window, we were impressed. It was so clean and transparent that it reminded us of a new pair of glasses, everything so crisp and clear through it. It looked on to nothing. Actually it looked on to the refridgerators and a few stoves, though most of the…
|
1436157
|
Got something inside me
hard as nails
keeps me walking upright
ain't never failed
|
143682
|
He bites and imagines, numbed by want.
|
143666
|
The four Grannies say, “GO!” and leap from the window. King's pickup is below, and he has lined the bed with his mother's throw pillows. Sundresses fly. Blue plastic diapers billow. They want cigarettes. I light their smokes with King's pearl-handled lighter as…
|
143643
|
" History ...is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake."
|
143688
|
My stories are ramshackle; they lurch along in old sweaters with holes and missing buttons, drinking from mismatched cups and saucers.
|
143640
|
like old discarded snake skin,
dry and coarse after the bite...
immortally tortured by broken glass bottles.
|
143611
|
When people talk about the end moments when one's life flashes before his or her eyes, they often refer to time as slowing down. I can attest to this phenomenon during my final moments, before the collision: the song playing on the radio, the squeal of tires and flash of…
|
143664
|
The dead want you to calm down.They are quite fine, and don't needyour post-mortem tears, the flowers and veils; their names mispronounced by preachers. None of your catechisms will do -- especiallyfor the children, who know them well and need no…
|
143620
|
My brother Herb married his high school sweetheart right after completing college. This was a girl named Beryl, whom he'd met originally in Mr. Reinert's marching band at York High School in Elmhurst. I remember one day in particular in the middle of the
|
143645
|
Today I’m feeling crabby and haggard and technology makes it easy to get to the point.
|
14361814
|
His eyes are wide then narrow and brown. Hers are gray then they look away, toward the back door where a delivery driver has walked in, carrying a tray. Nothing is going to happen today.
|
143641
|
When I was younger, I tried very hard to be myself, but it never worked. I'd close my eyes, wait a beat, open them and slowly bring them into focus. This is the new me, the only me. Never worked, not once. It could only last a minute or two, so I…
|
143677
|
She tossed the big bird into the air. It wobbled, then flew away.
|
143656
|
beckoning with citrus streaks blue cobbled streets/and stuccos lit with gold lamps guide strollers here/to Place du Forum in Arles and this café . . .
|
143576
|
Ross, I've been a ghost hunter for almost 10 years now and this is a place I said I WOULD NEVER NEVER EVER go to!
|
143511
|
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..
|
143544
|
people keep trying to get me/ "out of the house"./ they see fun in me, and cool in me,/ and want to spend time with me,/ and i am flattered most sincerely./
|
