1376 2 2
|
|
137674
|
Near dusk today a car backfired on the street beneath my office window
|
137664
|
"Psst! You can't hide behind a broken dream.The gardenia's hint that fills your air with her perfumed scent will remain like a residue on your mind. I wish there were an antidote I could share with you, but alas, my apothecary drawer is empty. Many times it's been my…
|
137642
|
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.
|
1376129
|
Your cairns/
are litter in the streets
|
1376168
|
The Muse//has used/ me up
|
137621
|
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.
|
137533
|
Life's a beach? A bitch? Same thing.
|
137530
|
She’d picked him up at a party freshman year, calling him Danny. Until then he had always been Daniel. He’d said nothing and his name was changed.
|
137500
|
Mid-laugh, Mr. Adams caught himself. His eyes welled, flooded with guilt for chuckling at his son's funeral.
|
137543
|
My hillbilly’s got a hole in it
And I think I’m gonna die
I swear you can see right through him
Got a big hole in his side
I think I pulled the trigger
On the truth gun at my side
Then it just got bigger
It started getting wide
He tried
|
137565
|
|
137511
|
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
|
137533
|
Today, I am almost entirely self-coincidental, though I still feel a lag lurking somewhere.
|
137551
|
At 19 words, the whole piece is a snippet.
|
137520
|
Clatters and clatters ensued, and the splash destroyed all denial.
|
137541
|
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;…
|
137564
|
My head is nailed to yesterday.
|
137550
|
JOSEPH YOUNG Joseph Young You might start with the top of the head, where the heat goes. This is first, first from the womb, the first word. Joseph Young There might have been a faith that placed it in the mouth, not the…
|
137500
|
Jannsun started working for Matrix back when he gave up on writing the next great American Novel, which was about five years ago, right after the war. He was old for a Web Zone designer but who knew? Who cared? His work was all done via satellite and as l
|
137522
|
We walk though the streets of London, New York, Paris, Prague, Barcelona, Skegness, inhaling air heavy with metaphors, eyes set alight by the microscopic pyrotechnics of quotidian symbols hitherto debased by the outmoded conventions of a bankrupt civilisation decomposing in…
|
137500
|
The real problem, though, was the radiator.
|
1375101
|
I saw a woman / at the bar tonight
|
137510
|
The little girl picked up the toy phone. "Who is this please?" she said, mimicking what she'd heard her mother say many times before. "Snoopy," came the voice.
|
137566
|
The entire room seems waiting for me like an octopus behind a closed, chained door. The monk of the lamp knows he will get his daily turn-on if he prays loudly and just enough for it. The favorite chair has my blue dent in its punched…
|
137411
|
Damn, the light turned
green
on me.
Wasn't ready.
|
137410
|
|
137400
|
I traced the vein that rose in her temple when she got angry all the way along her body until it ashed out varicosely on her smooth calf.
|
137475
|
I dreamt, said the Donkey, of an apricot. An apricot the size of a heart. …
|
137422
|
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.
|
