1246 18 9
|
Each day, I lose more words-/
nouns and verbs- but especially//
proper names. People and places
|
124601
|
He is poised erect before me. I take pleasure in soft skin that does not betray the strength of his cock, firm and yet vulnerable beneath my fingertips. With my hands, I coax him to his full length, girth. Tonight I ignore the heat of my Delta and bow my head in worship…
|
124500
|
It was a bright day in April, the cruelest month, and the gears and pumps of the train beat on into the still air.
|
124511
|
Reports have been spreading fast
that an actual living poet
has been found right outside the
borders of Berkeley
Rumors grew into a wildfire of speculation
Saturday night when one of them
a tall graying older specimen
more or less in the
|
124520
|
The story of a second, a stone, and an android -- all curiously interrelated and all, coincidentally, named Gretchen
|
124551
|
a man sees salamander bands / a-cracklin on the scree
|
124533
|
Violet goes with her mother to the home, delivering cookies to old folks. She's getting to hate how she goes along with everything her mother asks. Some of her friends are rebelling already, and Violet feels something under her skin. It's still just a dark shape, lurking…
|
124542
|
They sit across from each other and she smiles as if they were in a normal place.
|
124586
|
|
124511
|
The priest went into the place in those parts, the priest an old pear or grape gotten ripe and then moreso, but never actually expiring . He was hunched and it looked like he was broken at some integral part, but nobody could tell for sure where. One time, a bat…
|
124520
|
I’m starting to feel more interested in my savings account.
|
124511
|
I pulled at her shirt like a slot machine.
|
124521
|
It was R who embodied love for me. We’d eaten gummi worms in the park, held them up to the sun, yellow and green and translucent. When we returned to her flat, they were everywhere. I’d never seen such a thing. They hung in the air, these gummi worms.
|
124511
|
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…
|
124541
|
She’s new, with the enthusiasm of a new person. And everyone wants the new girl.
|
124563
|
" . . . the government works for the aliens now, taking over the world. That's why everything's so screwed up."
|
124564
|
His beloved are paper-thin when he blows into the free end. Green tint from copper.
|
124511
|
She never leaves her desk, but food appears like magic.
|
1245188
|
I had a sister-in-law who was a licensed nutritionist. Not sure what “licensed” means, but she had some certificate and worked in a hospital. Hospitals! Places not known for their cuisine, much less their nutrition. —So, what do you…
|
124511
|
“And what kind of man would prefer all these dusty old books to my physical form? Who would memorize archaic incantations, when he could be whispering in my ear? Why search for the ancient splendors of metaphor, when one could be searching for the ...
|
12451710
|
It is with great sadness I announce the passing of Ann Bogle on February 28, 2023 after a brief illness. Ann was longtime contributor and editor of these pages and a champion of small press and emerging writers.I knew Ann since the late 1970's when she was an undergraduate…
|
124541
|
Tree full of dimes and dollars
|
124553
|
I don't look like other poets. /
People hardly believe it when I say /
"I write poetry, sometimes. /
During lonely evenings."
|
124598
|
War Stories #1The Germans didn't like that theJews had such beautiful women.War Stories#2There must have been a war between the good witches and the bad witches. It's the only thing that would account for such troubling times.Woman With Yellow HatWhy did…
|
124553
|
An electromagnetic pulse/
scrubbed the servers./
The clouds wisped and blew away, empty./
Markets lost what little mind they had.
|
1245115
|
Somewhere in the belly of the beast
something was stirring.
|
124495
|
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…
|
124420
|
it’s more about how all those words look around each other. he’s more interested in the shape of things, than the reality....
|
1244106
|
“still watersrun deep” is not my portionborn to make waves Formed from the ocean
|
124400
|
John Davies paces nervously around an empty parking lot...
|
