1392 7 4
|
And I admire//
the orchestrations of ants and honeybees/
and the persistence and adaptations/
of the cockroach.
|
139232
|
^ through a busted window in this desert…
|
139254
|
It was noon and cloudless when I pulled over next to the icehouse, wedged in the X formed by two dirt roads.
|
139220
|
Where We Come From (ver. 2.0) (Leadwood, Missouri pop. 1,200) I Matt lit a joint here driving beneath the arms of dying trees The moon shone through in jigsaw puzzles that we could never quite figure out Gravel crackled like leaves in fire …
|
139211
|
Jason poured himself another glass of Burgundy and tried to flush Jenna from his thoughts
|
139220
|
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
|
139210
|
|
1392189
|
Each day, I lose more words-/
nouns and verbs- but especially//
proper names. People and places
|
139121
|
He keeps re-reading the menu but knows already how it ends..
|
139110
|
A tanka poem inspired by the 40 million debit card numbers stolen from Target stores since Black Friday last month.
|
139197
|
Survival is often violent.
|
139111
|
I pulled at her shirt like a slot machine.
|
139110
|
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
|
139100
|
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,
|
139122
|
...when the doctor scrapes the baby out, he cuts out all the things that make babies, too...
|
139100
|
|
139142
|
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…
|
1391138
|
Instead, we found his red-inked list of boys who would never be saved,
|
139121
|
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?”
|
139100
|
When I was a very little girl—I was five—my mother and a black gentleman she was incarcerated with broke out of a mental institution and kidnapped me.
|
139176
|
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…
|
139111
|
a man and a woman in a room at the end of the world.
|
139054
|
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."
|
139000
|
Danny was only ten years old when he first met the man in the suit. His machine looked like a plotter and it was, sort of, but also something of a plot device.
|
139012
|
Every time it happens,
I think of Amber Heard
and how hard you can be slapped
without a bruise forming.
|
139056
|
You say you want a resolution
Well, I got one
Let's start with nothing at all
No logic, no war, no whiskey or bombs
|
13901813
|
After her grief had subsided, the wife felt immediate relief. / Suddenly she was free to abandon or pursue loneliness
|
139076
|
A Walk Among Pigeons
I know these pigeons. They were beggars
in another life. I may have
been among them once,
but then I fell in love, and
when that ended,
my spirit floated free.
And I became, though
somewhat battered and
b
|
139044
|
Bud Light, B. O.
and Freeloader Heaven,
they step onto the
back of the bus without a cent
We pass by the Karma Wash
but no one gets off the bus
We pass by the
Endless Soup and Salad Kitchen
where we witness a crowd
swarming over a ch
|
139031
|
He pronounced the Afrikaans word with the vowel sound like the vowel in dour. It meant box, but it also meant cunt.
|
