1409 3 0
|
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.
|
140942
|
Some great, doubtless precious;
some hollow, likely empty;
some only shards, but you never know...
|
140900
|
—They turned him into a time bomb. Listen close, and you can hear the tick-tick-tick.
—All I hear is snoring. How do you know he was brainwashed?
—Because he can’t remember a thing about the experiment.
—I can say this: If he can’t remember anyth
|
140998
|
It was cold in the church. The Lutherans were freezing to death. The Catholics brought their winter coats.
|
140923
|
the mountains did change/became looming purplish waves/their spray washes us/we rinse slow 'neath lifted waves/that must be at least this tall.
|
140953
|
Crass, vulgar, boorish, impaired, angry, depressed, jealous, regretful.
|
140933
|
The retired, widowed receptionist slapped one hand to the base of her throat with a gasp . . .
|
140900
|
“I’m sure he meant no disrespect,” LeBron said, playing the peacemaker. “For example, I used to be ‘The Chosen One’ but I changed my nickname to ‘Chip’. Like it?”
|
140931
|
You’re a glimpse at immortality, a pathway to transcend the body, to the sphere just outside, where time ceases to matter and the ball of the sun grows warm in our bellies.
I’ll love you more than the next lover and never
as much as the lovers before y
|
140963
|
While most spread their time in other occupation, I traveled through books and grew my imagination. I knew endless bliss. I was a book eater. I would just devour books that I loved and slug through those I didn't, just to make myself eat the truths and li
|
140900
|
It's a funny thing, watching a Snowman shiver
|
140963
|
" . . . the government works for the aliens now, taking over the world. That's why everything's so screwed up."
|
140912
|
Before he became famous Faulkner was postmaster at the University of Mississippi Substation Post Office, a fact that endears him to mailmen around the world.
|
140973
|
Lullaby for a dragon baby who breaks the bough with bottled fists escapes the armored cradle stealing swords from terra cotta men to slash the Ming canopy and loose the butterflies that will free
Ho Chi Minh from the fire.
|
140942
|
so out to the night, and turning out the stars, so nothing can last, and nothing is taken in
|
140911
|
"...a head dizzy from my abuse."
|
140911
|
Stanley had a crush on Sarah. They were in Ms. Goldman's freshman chemistry class together fifth period. That day they were working on homework at Sarah's house while her parents were gone. Stanley was in heaven.“Break time!” Sarah woke Stanley from daydreaming,…
|
1409129
|
Your cairns/
are litter in the streets
|
140921
|
Things that happened, were said, acted upon at twilight or later.
|
140962
|
"What have I done?
What in God's name possessed me?
Confessions of some college trouble in the 60's.
|
1408168
|
Rain and wind and the pecking of birds
|
140822
|
Fall came early that year. The edge in the air wasn't just the cold, raw wind cutting down the street — the unity and collective embrace briefly shared after September 11th had faded. The weight from…
|
140842
|
Every day from my window I saw John Brigham's dog making its way across my field. The dog picked carefully through the shorn corn stubble taking the same route, I'm guessing, it took when the stalks made a shaded rustling forest. There is a narrow path…
|
140877
|
Spring Squirrel Spring is here now A dead squirrel in the road Regrettably not Seasonal Surprise Inside warm spring rain Coiled up like Jack in the Box Resides a snow storm Bad Vibrations telephone shouting an…
|
140820
|
Rose would have preferred to survey the wreckage alone, between sips of her earl grey, but the morning light drew her attention to blonde and jet black curls weaving into folds of fabric.
|
140833
|
As she slunk to her topless Mercedes
sparkling curbside, wax job hand rubbed
in Hamburg, testosterone heads turned
wishing similar treatment.
|
140822
|
Robbie’s wrists itched hard, the cord was sunk in so tight his hands were bordering now on blue, now purple. Too late to matter.
|
140855
|
They come to wipe themselves from my memory, but that, of course, is impossible. In this place, we are bound together, the long line of men who have killed me, and I.
|
140867
|
Lights of human occupation burn/
in patterns like the growth/
of a bacillus, lethal and prodigious,
|
14081710
|
the moon tops the monolith
|
