1390 6 3
|
I figured he knew what he was doing–he was the crazy one, after all, not me–so we took turns snorting lines of equal volume.
|
1390105
|
the poems/
we never got to will remain,
|
139010
|
She smiled at him. "You want to know the secret, that's why you want her to tell - not because you want her to be happy."
|
139021
|
Okay, I’ll admit it, the earth was shaken on the world's underside, when you left for California. And I sometimes slept on the shores of Lake Michigan and Fox River for your tremendous thousand years’ charisma. To say I cried out in pain would be lettin
|
139010
|
He is underneath them. His head is like the head of a worm.
|
139053
|
Somewhere between the bleating of sheep
And the laying of eggs
Comes the licking of frosting
And the eating of the cake
We’re not young enough
To know everything anymore
And you may think there’s no rush
But I know this
There’s a limit t
|
139066
|
And pity us, this generation of sighing:
|
139064
|
I try as much as I can to write but only in as much as you believe―am I successful.
|
139054
|
I don’t even want to think about Aethra shtupping Posiden and Aegeus
|
139021
|
It was night. It was Massachusetts. It was an interview in a snowstorm
that Detective Vivian Diaz wished would go away.
|
139032
|
She did not know the passage of time, for she was just a bedraggled little kitty, but she stayed behind the lattice for many rising and settings of the Sun.
|
139044
|
Charted stars by the dozens /
with a side of frizzle onions /
dawn showers us with glitter.
|
139044
|
instead of gun metal deceit, sounds of malice;be a drop of rain.
|
139022
|
the small break of consciousness that is my dreamswaterso much wateri can never forgive the watertoo many tears
|
13901312
|
|
139080
|
She plucks two eggs from the carton, weighs and measures them with the cup of her palm, the curve of her fingers.
|
138965
|
My dumb body
that does not speak
still
cried out your name
last night.
Did you hear it,
maybe
in your sleep?
|
138963
|
Her Majesty’s Glasses
Umbilical Chord
Linger Finger
Okay Inkjet
The Dragon Flies
Horny
Free Spirit
Good Footnote
Buttery Clams
You’reUp
Empty Bladder
Star Butter
Karmic Impulse
Mr. On-the-Ve
|
138932
|
To conceive of them separated was unthinkable to every wet-eyed soul at the burial.
|
138941
|
1. They Don't Know When To Fold 'Em Gambling junkies are lit on losing their ass and almost can't wait to unload their money, and then reel on home and bounce off the walls or whatever. For these guys, losing's the jackpot, and deep in the hole for…
|
138981
|
Buck, naked, has no words. The best he can manage is a dopey strangulated cough. His wife, who is clothed, stands before him, next to the waterbed that took Buck half a day to force into the trailer.
|
138911
|
I lost my job but the government found me a new one. Now the government pays me to pretend I’m a travelling businessman. I fly around the country to imaginary meetings. It’s part of a project to make it look like the economy is doing well.
|
138940
|
I'm not dreaming anymore.
|
13891714
|
After Slick Daddy — aka Billy Ray Thompson — gave up driving his log truck and took up with playing and singing the blues full-time he was what you might call a hot property around the juke joints along Highway 61. The women didn't seem to mind…
|
138994
|
Fear I’ll be stuck here without a ladder
|
138911
|
On his way to his first fishing expedition in the Bay Area, the man remembered the rustle and shimmer of the willows by the muddied Jemez River in New Mexico, cold beer, the clean camaraderie of childhood friends. He walked along a path choked with greenery to the San Pablo…
|
138945
|
I sat at
the vast graveyard
of broken hearts
on the mending fence
of wonderment
unsealing the silence
of the wounds
I began to put the pieces
together
like a puzzle against
forgetting
|
138954
|
hangs inverted and
begins a swirling motion,
|
138911
|
A man in Watchupecka, OH, was charged Wednesday night with drunken driving in heavy traffic in downtown Watchupecka when he failed to stop for a red light.
|
138932
|
I've been in Tucson two days, and so far most of my conversations with my father have taken place while I crane my neck and squint into the sun. I scream up, he screams down.
He needs to fix the leaky roof before the rainy season, he says.
|
