Most read stories

5 Poems In The Shape Of Other Poems

13411341 views00 comments11 fav

the things we will accomplish, the things we will leave to others

Musica

13411341 views44 comments22 favs

A sizzling as skin and sinew melt, fall away. "Scream if you need to scream, child." And I scream, and her song gains strength. The warmth of her around me. It is time.

In Which Mad Dog Kicks French Women's Bony Butts

13411341 views11 comment00 favs

If Mad Dog were interrogated by female U.S. forces in a combat-riven no-woman’s-land to see if he was really an American, he couldn’t name the most recent WNBA champion.

One in the Numberless Series of Requiems

13411341 views1212 comments99 favs

We perform our chosen duty— naming/ beauties and atrocities within

Bearable

13411341 views00 comments00 favs

"Don't be dense."

Beehive

13411341 views55 comments55 favs

Like when she said the word 'but', it came out ‘bet’.

How to Tell if Your Loved One Belongs in the Booby Hatch

13411341 views11 comment11 fav

It is well known around town that Ray's dad went crazy. Today, when asked, everyone will tell you that they knew all along he had a screw loose, told their wife, “That Mick Borkowski's gone bat-shit.” But when it was happening, no one paid it any…

Picnicking In Mt. Misery Cemetery

13411341 views00 comments00 favs

Picnicking In Mt. Misery Cemetery We breathe the damp shade, plum trees shining in a woodland where there are few wrong things I want to remember-- the steel fence of the power company blazing under an arc light is one. On this day of ripening fruit …

Story to Forget

13401340 views00 comments00 favs

The white Boeing 747, all three hundred and sixty eight seats of it, prepared to depart from Johannesburg Airport. Mild conditions on a clear flight path coupled with the soothing voice of the first officer didn't allay my unease. I offered a friendly nod to the…

No Collar

13401340 views11 comment11 fav

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

Museum Story Listening

13401340 views00 comments00 favs

A sort of invocation of the open sky, in contradistinction to the dark of the Earth whence came the specimens, a figurative marriage of the literal darkness of exploration and the figurative light of knowledge.

An Apricot the Size of a Heart

13401340 views77 comments55 favs

I dreamt, said the Donkey, of an apricot. An apricot the size of a heart. …

Random Little Linguistic Discharges

13401340 views1717 comments77 favs

Eat the Body/ Drink the Blood/ Perfect the sacrifice,

Thessaloniki Summer Visit

13401340 views22 comments44 favs

What I learned/one summer/in the North East/Thessaloniki heat was. . . .

The Big LARP

13401340 views44 comments22 favs

The ambient sound wheezes on.

Smackdown

13401340 views1616 comments1212 favs

you escape by finding the bubbles

Origin Story

13401340 views1515 comments1111 favs

My father taught me how to solder and that's when I first started to write. Now, when you hold the soldering iron in your hand and depress the trigger, the tip of the gun heats up. Novices uncoil the solder and place it on the hot tip, but that just results in it…

On Display

13401340 views33 comments44 favs

Richard gets me started, tells me to undress the two women mannequins in the storefront window

The Witch in the Canyon

13401340 views1313 comments99 favs

There's a witch in Laurel Canyon.She made Wes a promise.Her bungalow smelled like Parliaments. Parliaments, garlic frying in olive oil. Parliaments, garlic frying in olive, and a freshly opened pack of Red Vines. Wes could have curled up into a ball and fallen asleep on her…

Back East

13401340 views55 comments33 favs

Could even drift off to New Orleans for a slow sip of a hurricane

Wheelbarrels

13391339 views22 comments22 favs

What a great feeling it was, the day I first thought about and discovered how toilets work. Nearly as exciting as the day I learned wheelbarrel is actually spelled wheelbarrow.

Corrective Rejection

13391339 views2020 comments88 favs

I'm trying to make love to her but she wants to talk.

Halfsies

13391339 views33 comments33 favs

You and she might make love here, next week, and I'll buy my own razor, switch from baths to showers. I shave my legs in my imagination. They, like life, are smooth.

Time. Stop.

13391339 views22 comments22 favs

So young. So innocent. How do you tell a little one that her mother is dying? The father seemed to be bathing in a sea of hopelessness lately.

summer fields

13391339 views33 comments33 favs

we ran that afternoon/across Bayshore lanes/into green blooming fields, beyond all those

Weed Fire

13391339 views99 comments66 favs

Wind was a sorry excuse for force

Excelsior - A Poem in 9 Parts (post 3 of 5)

13391339 views44 comments11 fav

IV. From Hoover Dam The intent of passive presence wreathes an endless ring, Invisible, beyond all thoughts and change to sickness. This hour beats sibylline as vacancy, breathing Through mouths that do not taste their nothingness. I do not know where you are;…

My Alice

13391339 views44 comments44 favs

My story begins where so many have ended, strapped fast to a cold table, just moments from a lobotomy needle and anything resembling the man that I am.

Dapplegrey (Where He Lived)

13391339 views33 comments22 favs

A short time ago, a man who lived near me got angry. He woke up one morning and torched his house, with his wife and stepdaughter still inside. He drove up I-35 to the Georgetown airport, got his plane, and flew it into the Echelon Building in Austin.

Boundaries

13391339 views11 comment11 fav

Hands and fingers feeling down Cross the boundaries I laid