1514 1 1
|
I stepped down on what looked like a mouse
Bloody and lifeless outside of our house.
I took bag in hand and prepared to grab it
When I realized the thing was the head of a rabbit!
|
151451
|
It starts with a letter, down the back of the couch, ending, ‘love, always.' I read only the kisses aimed at me - a firing line running off the page. How long has that letter hidden there? It secreted itself in a corner of the house…
|
151400
|
To a tech-savvy millennial, the definition of progress is a hands-free blowjob, and the real number is not how many men you’ve been with but how many minutes you’ve made them wait.
|
1514105
|
If I could say only one thing more to Tony who died a month ago, there is one thing I could find to say
|
151432
|
The girls of spring, they’ll stop your heart
When they forsake cosmetic art
They practiced back when skies were grey
and clouds obscured the light of day.
|
151366
|
alright, alright but not so much of a friendly little cigar-chomping companion-like a friendly ghost! That sweeping hair of longed for sleeping only awaits you once you've drowned too …
|
151364
|
Mum and Dad are dead, though I'm the only person who has noticed. They're sipping their tea in the kitchen. Dad keeps coughing up maggots. Mum's face looks like a cracked mirror: I see myself in it, broken, dark. My brothers carry on as normal. They huddle by the TV,…
|
151351
|
a man sees salamander bands / a-cracklin on the scree
|
151341
|
Dear Friend:
As a visitor to Wonderland in the past, you are truly among our most treasured friends. It is the enthusiasm for whimsy such as yours that spurs us to continue to provide perplexing chaos for which we are so widely esteemed, the better to
|
151343
|
|
1513155
|
"And yet she always went on writing, even when nobody cared if she did or not: if she stopped, she told an imaginary prosecutor in her diary, 'I will not have earned death.' "
|
151320
|
“I don't cotton much to some of the johnnie-come-lately's we get around here,” says Graham Buchter. “They're a bunch of talkers—they wear me out.”
|
151310
|
In the mechanics of the fantasy, it is essential that the wiring is maintained, all circuits working, every current flowing with the precise measurements, lest the system malfunction and the world completely lost. The engineers are constantly abuzz, constantly understaffed…
|
151311
|
The clouds cried more than silver tears,
this time.
|
151310
|
Snap!
Dylan’s arms flung forward as the rod bent toward the ocean. “Holy God! What did I snag?
|
151340
|
like old discarded snake skin,
dry and coarse after the bite...
immortally tortured by broken glass bottles.
|
151397
|
she had a chipped tooth...
|
151384
|
If you were a poem / it’d be called/
Better Homes and Gardens.
|
151384
|
Do you know this song, Julia? I happened upon it one evening and only just before meeting you, a month before meeting, a month before arriving?
|
151321
|
For the sake of convenience, we must assume that everything ugly is evil. Lightning rejuvenates. Sulfur preserves. The obvious solution is dismemberment. The ghost appears to Ludwig; “How can you destroy my creation?”
|
151200
|
DRA musical - 1942… Open on the General Jackson crowded with Marines, headed to (Tennessee Base),at the front of the ship, young men laughing, unrealistic military dreams/wordless chatter... LET IT RIDE .. main character is a marine en route to base...Solo verse,…
|
151254
|
The silver urn of ashes inscribed
with his unknown name.
|
151295
|
You wanted transcendence, wanted height, danger, the tracks blurred into murky distances behind and in front of you. You slipped, reached for it, starlight shining in your eyes, something you didn't have when I held your hand. We didn't fold the…
|
151233
|
|
151200
|
The teeth I want must hold significance. Like the quote, “it’s not the destination that matters, it’s the journey,” for me, it’s the connection that I’ve had with someone and the story behind the lost tooth that interests me.
|
151232
|
Friday night in Little Italy is a big night.
|
151255
|
|
151232
|
I’m glad they put the wall up. When it gets a little humid around here, I can smell those damn people.
|
151200
|
she flips
you a smile and a white plastic menu, and all the blood in
your head, and upper body rushes to your crouch, and god-all-
mighty, space aliens from the planet Vanna White could be landing in their unnumbered hoards in the parking lot, and all
|
151222
|
He sits in the best chair and it collapses so he unfolds himself up like a mechanical shadow and sits in the second best chair.
|
