1342 5 4
|
He stopped believing in God when he learned how balls worked. Spermatocytes turned into spermatids and spermatids turned into spermatozoa, the transition taking place in tiny loop de loops called the seminiferous tubules which contain at least three…
|
134264
|
My head is nailed to yesterday.
|
134294
|
As a child I drowned myself in the pages of books, and as a writer I prefer to be left alone with my imagination.
|
1342188
|
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…
|
1342117
|
They might think that loneliness has made me gullible, more than willing to open for them all kinds of drawers.
|
1342109
|
It wasn't the same as taking a course with Ginsberg. Everyone knew Ginsberg. Nick Cave, too, everyone knew him. Waiting lists were full months in advance for those classes, everyone sent in resumes and writing samples, praying, begging to be included. Lish was just an…
|
134121
|
I look as sympathetic as I can, under the circumstance, which is entirely unsympathetic.
|
134100
|
Martin met Siena in the elevator, carrying two brown bags of groceries. She asked him to press the button for floor eight. As they rose, Martin fixed his eyes on the display as it changed numbers: G, 2, 3… and so on.
|
134133
|
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…
|
134121
|
|
134110
|
Touch these words with your mind. They will create an elephant with an unidentifiable itch.
|
134111
|
And why rabbits? Rabbits never went to a slaughter house. Rabbits died in the road, run over by cars, shot by prepubescent boys or eaten by dogs but never slaughtered in mass. It didn’t make any sense, thought Art and he wanted to ask the small man i
|
134100
|
I honestly can’t say, with Lynda, who cheated first. More than likely Lynda did, because I know she was pregnant when I came home from college for the summer (this was 1963) and we had to go out and find a doctor who would give her some pills to get rid
|
134142
|
|
134122
|
The Argument: A couple of young female lovers, one slightly older than the other one, decide to part ways. The elder has contracted a terminal illness, and they decide the best way to part ways would be by joining together through a suicide pact.…
|
134144
|
Once upon a time I sat in summer chairs beside cool vine walls. This was in a borough east of the major city, where families gathered in seasonal joy, by blooms fragrant, to worship the summer and its might. There is nothing diminutive about the world when one is…
|
134131
|
My mother’s serene and patient voice flew up the staircase once again “Megan, are you done feeling sorry for yourself?”
|
1341118
|
In time's embroidery, the human storyis a short stretch of a short strand within the thread of half a knot-and that stretch of strand's defective. What will mourn us when we're gone?Not the plants which live so lightly on the earth.Not the scorpions and not the ants.Perhaps…
|
134111
|
She never leaves her desk, but food appears like magic.
|
134111
|
“I love women. They’re like goddesses.”
|
134100
|
|
134121
|
I think she later thought about that. Just as she loved her son, I loved my mother. Just as my dad loved her, so the same kind of protective honoring love existed. Right or wrong, it was there, the elephant in the room.
|
134010
|
Excuse me, can I now
ask to change my favorite childhood color
from green to yellow?
|
134020
|
It has been two days since nearly seven billion people have gained some extent of super powers and I figure it will only be one or two until they tear this planet asunder. I have had to move from my third story loft and take refuge in the basement of my apartment complex.…
|
134000
|
these dead letters for you... and then they withdrew...
something happened on the way to shabriz...
my fingertips fell on their knees.
|
134086
|
Four ships anchor
Far off shore
Chains slip
Beneath the swell.
|
134011
|
Joanne Simpson sat in her pew of the church that dominated her tiny town, listening to the buzzing of disturbed voices like a hive of bees trapped in a wall. She knew exactly what was wrong. Some parishioners sat on the edge of the pews, while some whispe
|
134011
|
Eating my teeth off pulling the silk from my lips and swallowing each kerchief wholejust trying to find the priest who has his heart set on a motorcycle
|
134011
|
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…
|
134022
|
He will feast and die beneath the glaring gaze of the western sky, waiting patiently for what will come next
|
