1369 1 1
|
Lungs bursting in the alleyways
trying to keep with the beat.
|
136933
|
WAITING FOR HURRICANE DENNIS, FLORIDA 2005 With soft eyes, she quizzed, shivered, said: “Where's Dad? Where's Ric? Will you leave me here alone? Are you all going to leave? Where's Peter? Do you feel all right? We're…
|
136841
|
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…
|
136863
|
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.
|
136841
|
She’s new, with the enthusiasm of a new person. And everyone wants the new girl.
|
136898
|
After you lost sight in your left eye, mom made me go on the road with you that last summer to help you see.
|
136821
|
He turned metal chains to rubber with the force of his mind. He prepared tacos for the paperboy.
|
136842
|
so out to the night, and turning out the stars, so nothing can last, and nothing is taken in
|
136844
|
It was that special ache between heart and stomach that made me stop things. That ache that cannot be caused by the mere knowledge that you have steered your life into a completely wrong direction. To feel this pain, you also need to have no clue why and how it…
|
136800
|
Our deepest, most heartfelt apologies about the recent MySpace Bulletin, which mentioned your name and recent film and quoted you in jest. Your fifteen-page retalitory riposte was received by this office this morning, via fax sent by your assistant.
|
136864
|
The voice is back! That voice, like milk and honey, like mother, like the school nurse who bandaged my scraped knee.
|
136811
|
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.
|
136833
|
No, your clever costume won’t protect you.
|
1368157
|
She sings off-key while her married lover shadow-boxes his one-dimensional and split-off selves.
|
136800
|
Reverend Peter Roman could stand it no more. He stopped his speech. He felt a fire burning through him, a hatred for humanity and all the weaknesses of beings not perfect before God. He stood a long while, staring at the congregation. Then, he slowly spok
|
136762
|
Standing on the beach, watching the waves crash onto the shore, before the storm. It is easy to understand why dogs like sticking their head out of the car window. Standing on my favorite part of the beach, merely feet from the beach house. The house you weren't…
|
136742
|
But you don’t know how to fly, Bunny! How ever will we survive?
|
136711
|
It was in his teeth. A blackness, a subscription to an outsideness, a painful contraction of burnt out trees scattered there among sand drifts and tidal debris. His face, lightly weathered and troubled, a tightness built into eyes of thought and separation. His arms, strong…
|
136787
|
arrogant, sullen,/
supple and ambiguous,//
English seems the ideal tongue
|
136764
|
in the pink distance / a boy in a corduroy shirt / sits before an upended electrical spindle / and drinks a vodka gimlet
|
136731
|
The whole scene smells like paranoia.
|
136754
|
hangs inverted and
begins a swirling motion,
|
136700
|
‘Grace’ was eliminated sometime in year b.s. (Before Seat) 12, for bottlenecking Productivity and holding back Progress.
|
136743
|
Reams of saggy bunting intersect the streets.
|
136752
|
In the zone of forgotten things, everything moves through a weak gravitational field
|
136701
|
There's no sky like that
with twisting clouds shot up into by cypress
trees that are so like dark green flames
leaping out of the earth as if a dark green
oily pool were on fire underground,
and this was all that could escape, was
its essence.
|
136600
|
"Commander of the Armies of the Four Winds" concerns a nightmare endured by Commander Daniel Bennett of the San Diego Police Department after he is assigned to recover the stolen Necromancer Artifact, which purports to invoke nefarious spirits imprisoned
|
136610
|
Victor didn't want to be alone, so he phoned Sophie.
|
136600
|
This tanka poem was inspired by news report that the Macy's of "Miracle on 34th Street" fame has a white Santa in front and a black Santa in back.
|
136642
|
By lunch:
The dryer is an F-5 dervish of mismatched socks, blue jeans and your yellowing college T's, lovingly held onto. For a moment there is a comforting warmth and softness to their smell. In the debris strewn landscape of the living room a carcass
|
