Most read stories

Black BoBbY BuRiED

13861386 views44 comments22 favs

Bobby turned black yesterday. Not like his ethnicity, or skin color. But his soul. Not his soul. Not black either. But a violet desecrating blue. That kind of blue that use to sit in the ocean, then dried up, and vanished into a big terrifying stupor. He looked at me with…

Fat Cats, Happiness and Laptop Love -- What I Learned From Magazines This Week

13861386 views44 comments44 favs

The Utah State Attorney General's office recently stated in a court filing that there is no constitutional right to marry a laptop.(Time, 6/19/17)Smartphones are spreading head lice.(New York, 7/10/17)People are less helpful when it's hot.(Time, 7/24/17)Online virtual…

our notorious youth

13861386 views22 comments11 fav

Be aware the dog is king, radiant, emitting many beams, renewed by and restored by his fullness, his satiety. In many ways underlying all our hearts and minds, out of our notorious youth, ever the flower of our flesh on fire like a little reed next to the dried…

~blackbird~

13861386 views33 comments22 favs

^ through a busted window in this desert…

The Glens of Angus

13861386 views44 comments11 fav

This is mine own country

The Ballad of the Headless Bunny

13861386 views11 comment11 fav

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!

Crumpled

13861386 views77 comments66 favs

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…

Measures

13861386 views22 comments00 favs

Pascal would let something slip now and then. He was sharp and spoke excellent English, with a beautiful Spanish accent. He corrected speech among the guys, but he exercised his lessons in grammar with an eloquence that fascinated all of us, not letting a

another love letter

13851385 views44 comments00 favs

Table for One

13851385 views22 comments11 fav

He keeps re-reading the menu but knows already how it ends..

Every Step, and There Are Lots

13851385 views22 comments00 favs

Her plastic shopping bag brushes your leg. You look into it and all you see is a 2 liter of Coke, a bag of Lay’s potato chips and a package of Oreos. It’s so oddly touching, so purely American, that your heart breaks a little bit. You want to hug t

Arrogant Magnolia,

13851385 views1616 comments1212 favs

ARROGANT MAGNOLIA, the first to open all, poised ten feet above our fuss. …

Afterglow

13851385 views77 comments33 favs

The drone of radio seeps into the car’s back seat… I hear only bits and pieces of information –

Tattooed Thumb

13851385 views55 comments11 fav

A tattoo of a river steamboat, one you dreamed up in your sleep and drew yourself is anchored around your nail bed on your thumb. I paint my nails with regatta sails. The toxic fumes sting my nose. You say you're bored and take out a needle filling it with ink. I watch as…

Fucking the Dairy Queen

13851385 views11 comment11 fav

I first saw her about a year after I moved back, when I went to Dairy Queen. I know. Dairy Queen!? Ever since I was a kid, I have had a love for the dipped cones. When I used to visit my father on weekends, we would always stop at Dairy Queen on the way back to…

Proverbs of the Converted

13851385 views99 comments77 favs

a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single ticket

Begonia {part eight}

13851385 views00 comments00 favs

Like a scroll spinning swiftly before his eyes, he deduced that the tracks around him could have been left by nothing but a dragon. “Father God, protect her,” he said as the gravity of Isabella’s situation hit him.

Morning Train

13851385 views11 comment11 fav

..Sheena's not there to make my morning coffee and the brain cells I feel slowly dying are not expiring because of bad Aussie pop songs.

a walk on the moon

13851385 views00 comments00 favs

I know I used to say I’d rather walk on the moon with my own rapacity. And you can easily say things like that, given the luxuriance of youth. But it was a lie, if you want to know the truth. That is only so much hot balloon air, puffed up in the chest,

Hal and Estelle

13851385 views66 comments11 fav

They had both discovered, though, that when people stared at them now, away from the carnival, it was very different. There, they were supposed to be odd, it was what people expected. Here, they were supposed to fit in.

The Fourth Prague Defenestration: 9

13851385 views22 comments22 favs

The Third Defenestration happened during the Soviet era, by the apparatchiks. The only thing that saved the people from certain death after being thrown out of the window of the Prague Castle, was an enormous pile of horse shit below, or haufen mist, as t

this never happened and yet i tell myself it did each morning

13851385 views99 comments22 favs

i watch my mind not wanting to touch the vanished rusty notes remain objects of consciousness heaven and hell inside us each moment birds fly through mental speech dark garden rain olive green cool breath of betrayal siempre mixed with greed awakens…

Father Dunne's School for Wayward Boys #6

13851385 views1313 comments88 favs

Instead, we found his red-inked list of boys who would never be saved,

Sitting On a Powder Keg - song

13851385 views44 comments44 favs

I just sit here thinking You’re cheating on me again It’s how you acted last time The same as it’s ever been Don’t wanna go ballistic What’s inside your head? Why don’t you just tell me Who’s been sleeping in that bed

Assiduity Nineteen

13841384 views55 comments44 favs

Luv walks around touching everything with her little hands. Uzma follows behind her, talking sweetly, saying: "This is going to be your new home for a while, darling."

+45° 32' 15.91", -122° 40' 54.85"

13841384 views22 comments11 fav

A bridge not satisfied with just crossing the river - It slashed through the sky, crashed through nature - Creating a new nature, a double-decker

The Nude Pianist: A Novel: Chapter 27

13841384 views33 comments22 favs

Bounder squirmed out of Francesco’s hands and ran into the kitchen.

The Conversion

13841384 views11 comment00 favs

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

Contentions

13841384 views1717 comments99 favs

...a session/ of hide and seek/ among the syllables.

Benefit

13841384 views44 comments00 favs

I'm an artist, baby. We make our own rules.