2708 12 8
|
Like a small meteorite, a white cloud falls. The journey seems to have been long since it cannot spring up again, its wings being exhausted. Like a scared and shivering bird, it curls into my hand. Its apparent fragility prevents me from tightening my grip. A unique…
|
27082625
|
There's no surcease from heat, no "cool of the evening," like the songs say about summer in the South. Those songwriters sat under fans in the Brill Building in downtown Manhattan.
|
27082914
|
|
27075325
|
The Trinity boys don’t blame me at all. They know I am not stupid about the world. I am a robust girl. Nevertheless, like everyone else I have limits. I am a clock that winds down.
|
27061513
|
and all the trees are holding/their limbs up in prayer/and rain is mating with soil
|
270642
|
The proud, burly tree / Rests on the now crashed TV / Thanks a lot, nature
|
270570
|
In the shower she sees that her nipples are large and brown, feels the weight of her breasts in the hot water, and suddenly her hand is between her legs, seeking the pleasure that's always been denied her, always
|
270520
|
In the LOL playground environment of Facebook, one man's world is turned upside down when a new female friend suddenly blocks him from any further communication.From Chap.1: "I kept thinking there was something familiar about you, and now I remember."
|
270484
|
I watched myself tilt my head and coyly smile in the bottom right corner of the chat window-the two off-kilter lamps in the room were casting an asymmetrical shadow over half my face.
|
27022617
|
...she lifts one shell, sips a little, then swallows the creature whole.
|
2702116
|
Children should not be made to do things unless they want it.
|
2701178
|
“You don't know what it's like, to be an old man, to be alone man, behind blue eyes,” he said to the downtown city sidewalk. The sidewalk said nothing. People with someplace to go rushed by him, not stopping.
|
27012817
|
If you outlive me, she said, it won't be because I smoke but because of what you put me through when you quit.
|
2700117
|
The revolution. It found me, and I didn’t even get blown by the bomb.
|
2700144
|
Rendine Philips polishes his courage and enters the fray. Not virtual reality, more reality virtuous. He feels the pull and the push. Electricity pulses resistance.
|
2699119
|
Garage-sale variety olive-green corduroy, elbow patches, hems too short. His jacket pocket produced answers one afternoon like strips of paper from cracked fortune cookies.
|
269821
|
He was the kind of cat who began lifting weights in the fourth grade.
|
26972820
|
I popped open the wine
with a Nike shoelace, a trick I learned on the internet
|
269321
|
Cast off unexpectedly,Surety stood watch on distant shore.A wordless beckoning,A siren's callpierced waxed ears.Lashed to the mast,Who helms this vessel,This beating heart?
|
269354
|
Novelist E.M. Forster said of Auden "Because he once wrote 'We must love one another or die' he can command me to follow him."
|
26932113
|
‘I love you' said the man at the book signing.
He was one of the last. The shop was closing. The staff were starting to turn off the lights. She was sitting in the glow of a table lamp with her latest novel in stacks around her.
|
269311
|
Closing my eyes, I try to breathe it all in, absorb the divine presence that is supposed to be here. Faith by osmosis. I guess it doesn’t work that way.
God has to be here. Why else would these people be here? Why else would the congregation return w
|
269230
|
keep your fiberwigs in check
|
2692259
|
When I was young I used to carry a butcher knife to bed. My grandmother placed it in my small hands before tucking me in.
|
2690107
|
The weight of my heart dragged me in dangerous directions.
|
268912
|
At night I go into the forest to look for her, to strangle her snow white neck with her own dark hair. She is seven and soon to be married. I am brier hearted. I am old.
|
26883720
|
"And I listened, too, sitting at the table with him with my palms on my chin and my fingers on my face ‘cause I love listening to my man talking about why he loves me."
|
268721
|
Don’t eat your lunch here
For this is where the monsters sit.
|
268668
|
Noon sun, like a restless master
on my back
|
26863414
|
I loved my Dad. He was executed in 1967. He was guilty.
|
