1469 11 8
|
Will it take the rise/
of cyber guerillas to finish it/
in the way it should be finished
|
146900
|
She once told me that cleanliness is next to godliness, but I think everything is next to godliness, if you care enough to pay attention.
|
146910
|
She became suited to herself only. She no longer tried in any way to fit, she fought the molds they created and kept moving in her own direction. Often forward, sometimes a bit backward, and she rightly scaled her own Mt. Olympus and there she sat with he
|
146912
|
|
146911
|
On a cold November afternoon I stood in the foyer of Sampson and Sons funeral home and paced silently back and forth across the purple carpet. They have that deep pile and rich color of carpeting that you only really see in a small town…
|
146922
|
"...does the nurse, doctor or veterinarian experience greater sexual satisfaction than say the housewife in DesMoines or the sixth grade English teacher in Passaic?"
|
146979
|
Used to be I'd keep busy. Dreadful the time I spend sitting, standing, staring. I lose track, now. I believe it's because he died. It gets hold of me. I'll see him half on half off his bed, a plaid blanket angled over his back and legs, held…
|
146921
|
son a superfly/alligator shoe clad/networking man/working a beeper and flip phone/twisting blueberry spliffs/on ma's porch
|
146912
|
I was sitting at my desk at work and couldn't figure out why it felt like a person with a very weak grip was trying to strangle me. Then, I realized I was wearing a scarf.
|
146900
|
Gaston could remember the first time he set eyes on Deno. He'd gone into the back of the house to enquire after a lost order and found himself face to face with the dish washer, a man in his late 20s, dual heritage, tall, staring eyes and dangling useless hands. The…
|
146963
|
No temporary solace upon this patch of earth,
stymied in your injury; labored by your girth.
|
14691710
|
I arrange my stones in circles
|
146944
|
I planned to wear this shirt, /
blue, black, and white stripes, /
collar and pocket,
|
146922
|
Most of Carl’s neighbors considered him a lone taciturn man at best and an eccentric loony at worst. His neighbors knew him as the guy who left his house every morning at eight dressed in a suit and tie.
|
146922
|
Sky: Snows, turns dark. Street: Freezes. Remains on a hill. Traffic: None on this block. Two: Did I miss the bus? One: You either missed it, or it didn't come. Two: Hasn't come. One: One or the other. Which one? Two: I don't know; I asked you. One: I meant which…
|
146900
|
I'm getting self-righteous here, Dear Reader . . . [hey! wait a second! this is my diary! what are you doing, looking at it, dude! Hit the road! Scram! Vamoose!]
|
146975
|
Everything conspires to kill you:
|
1468106
|
a girl in a red cap
flashes by
|
146843
|
They divided over worthless gain, while I came too late for the battle.
|
146831
|
He pronounced the Afrikaans word with the vowel sound like the vowel in dour. It meant box, but it also meant cunt.
|
146898
|
Pinesatz is standing again. He and Marie seem unaware of time, unaware that Louane is watching them, unaware of waiting for Wendy with the car. Every glance is a hook. Every gleam is a glance. Every stanza is a room. She vies for it.
|
146833
|
was beaten in
the back of the brig.
|
146876
|
We wanted so much to find ourselves in a beautiful world. It was, and is, but every inviting leaf has got another hidden dangerous precedent that must be surrendered to in order to survive to see another sunset with the ones you actually…
|
146885
|
He hid gallons in the garage,Fifths in the basement,Pints in toilet tanks,Airline bottles were on his person at all times.But he wasn't drinking.Why would he?He'd bought the cure at an expensive CenterThat taught him YogaAnd acupunctured away his brokenness.The cure worked,…
|
146700
|
During the hangover, I crawl to my desktop computer and then Google “rapid STI testing” and “speedy divorce”
|
146701
|
[This story definitely WON'T be appearing in this month's "Alfred Hitchock's Mystery Magazine"!]
|
146756
|
Do not spank the truth
Whatever else you do
You do not ever
Spank the truth
If you let the truth be spanked
You will be diminished
And it will never let you
Be finished, instead
When you are dead
You will dangle in the land
Between
|
146732
|
The man was older and had never found a wife. Years of accumulated pain had short-circuited his instincts so that the first time he met the woman, he doubted her. Each time he spoke to her, he felt himself responding, but he wouldn't allow himself to plea
|
146722
|
He will feast and die beneath the glaring gaze of the western sky, waiting patiently for what will come next
|
146721
|
these three remainders you, me and her are the legacy of simple math
and boolean logic, not so much
|
