1287 2 2
|
We wait for a server to bring our coconut cream pie. His favorite. I hate coconut.
|
128784
|
|
128711
|
I laughed hysterically at Austin Powers.
|
128753
|
It was on the Fake News today, Oh boy
They built a bridge from Alaska to Siberia
Called the Bridge Over Troubled Waters
Instead of a wall
And Putin came riding bareback on a pink unicorn
Into the White House and renamed it
The White Horse,
|
128720
|
My first year I hated how big and unruly the plants got.
|
128711
|
I have a fascination with Dickens and London and this was inspired by my next novel.
|
1287118
|
I heard a voice. It was calling me as from a far-off cloud. I listened, holding my breath, and heard it again, though fading away, barely audible. If I hadn't known my name I wouldn't have decrypted it. Three hazy syllables clearly detached with a sigh between each of them.…
|
128764
|
It's not stories the quiet lack, but inclination...
|
128742
|
But you don’t know how to fly, Bunny! How ever will we survive?
|
128744
|
As the light changed and exhaustion set in, Suzy and Molly batted back and forth one more knock knock joke to avoid going home.
|
128700
|
this is your hair, this is your stare, this is your voice
|
128720
|
Delightful days spent at the beach. Children building castles; as parents watched waves glistening under the afternoon sunlight. Sanderlings running with beaks down, hoping for a tasty morsel through the ebb and flow of tides. As time went by, briefcases,…
|
128754
|
Guttering semiotics, The jeremiads of delirium; Drinking lukewarm tea over a late candle Like Hamlet in a power-cut; Affecting his own audience of himself, Hastening soliloquies through gritted sophisms, Withered and spun to intentional…
|
128798
|
I'm pulled in by the music
like a rogue wave
and he has no idea I'm drowning...
|
128732
|
|
128721
|
I tell him if he wants to impress a girl he should learn to cook. He shifts his body. I add, crab cakes work well.
|
128744
|
You are in a car speeding through Dublin towards the West year after year the journey uncoils past the same landmarks Kilmainham Jail strapped to a chair bullet to the brain on by the Rowntree Mackintosh factory where the black and yellow and orange and r
|
128743
|
A convoy of military vehicles is heading into the city as we are heading out.
|
128732
|
She is not centered, but she finds her way.
|
128722
|
They can’t help
Seeing a child even there
In the crude brushstrokes.
They say it is me.
|
1287106
|
Millennium jumped strumming lithium gum cumulative outnumber humiliated résumé jumpy instruments
|
128732
|
|
128663
|
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
|
128611
|
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…
|
128644
|
a book of 5 poem-like things I made out of silly string and shot your way when you weren't exactly looking "..kisses are a far better fate/than wisdom."--E.E.CummingsContents:1.The Day's Thin Blue Swim-Suit2. The One Who Needed Let In Most3. I…
|
128631
|
He's gonna find he wasn't born lucky after all, his propaganda has got up on the wrong side of the bed and sidled onto the couch.
|
128611
|
“Okay,” Boris said, wiping his mouth, “ready to go see these paintings by Lenin? We go now.”
“Where are these paintings exactly?” Ellen of Troy (NY) asked. I didn’t mention which Troy she was from.
“I have friend in Prague,” Vladimir said. “Has sh
|
128643
|
Man, this bearskin rug was a big, awkward sonofabitch on his back....
|
128621
|
How much sucking, faithlessly, can there be? The body being a night thing off which steam rises, that attracts like a magnet or loadstone, whose curls attract, whose ringlets or tufts of touched hair between the legs glory up the nightly watched miracle,
|
128688
|
I invited Henry to go out with me and Marge, suggesting he ask Ellen who he dated a while back and who still asked about him, but Henry shook his head “no” and said “out things” were just too boring at our ages — and besides, since his…
|
