1309 4 3
|
Skulk like a lovespun spider in a record store corner
on the orange formica subway car
|
130995
|
Do you see the hot coals of doing? The way time sizzles or wilts…eat those coals.
|
130941
|
... and that’s the story of the Polish worker who looks like van Gogh.
|
130952
|
In the zone of forgotten things, everything moves through a weak gravitational field
|
130963
|
I signed up for functional
I did not ask for this mixed bag
of broken glass
I have enough to swallow
|
130911
|
Carla woke up from her hospital bed screaming.
"Somebody please help me. Please save me. I am begging you."
|
130820
|
These are the days you wish would never end.
|
130854
|
Suddenly, the room was filled with a screaming vortex directed at a pinpoint in the corner. Timmy's bureau was gone and everything loose in the room was flying towards the spot it had occupied. Timmy stood up in horror. He tried to seal this rent by tossi
|
130810
|
He was triply satisfied: he’d come twice and he was a damn good-looking man.
|
130820
|
They shoveled coal into the furnace of the city so the ghosts would be warm for their haunting.
|
130831
|
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.
|
130800
|
“I swear that man is a force of nature.” This was her mother's way of describing her father whenever her mother came too close to the precipice. While growing up, she could never allow herself to fully acknowledge the meaning behind her mother's…
|
130874
|
NO ONE CAN BE A BASTARD FOREVER
|
130810
|
machine utility of thought,
intangible aesthetic of sentiment.
|
130831
|
Lucien Lucien Tidesquall lay almost sleeping amid the soft green grass. His eyes irradiated green midnight under vanquished brows. A plover hovered somewhere in the distance. It reminded him of a poem he had written as a teenager, a haiku that went as…
|
130887
|
The musician’s wife had a roving eye. He didn't care. He liked being married to a wild and crazy woman.
|
130888
|
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…
|
130852
|
It's morning, and the cold black hull of branches sets my resting pier, Amid this drizzle, underneath the poignant pain of birches, wrecked By floods of midyear grieving; wraithlike, Dawn's been becked To paint in shafts of faded rose that shades the fen…
|
130876
|
When the teacher was out of the room Myron pretended to play with himself, saying, “down boy” and smiling to the nervous gasping and fake coughs from the other classmates and, since he's my close friend, I think he does silly stuff like this to contend with…
|
130831
|
I’ve seen your tired souls
riding under the city
lost in the drowsiness
of morning calm commutes.
|
130800
|
He was lit up faintly.Standing in a room of golden proportions (which is not saying a lot), he was one stood man (which is). The only lamp, a seemingly old neon, hanging short from its chains, shone darkly above none. None but a five-feeted glass plane, upon which glossy…
|
130800
|
“You sure?” He nods. “Maybe it was pneuomonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis.” Flash of a smile, sobbing laughter, like an abandoned seal.
|
130820
|
"The rider rode his bike in Arizona just about every day and for all the usual reasons....."
|
130753
|
—Mr. Martinelli, can you explain how you developed your painting technique?
|
130710
|
|
130763
|
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
|
130700
|
Six just left to drive 8 hours thru the jungle. They’ll emerge in a year in military guerilla uniforms. One guy threw up getting in.
A friend writes, “I started a Free Mike Todaro Campaign. Hope to raise a couple of hundred dollars. We will, of co
|
130744
|
You go out on a night with no moon, when all the stars are flush in the sky, when all of everything, even you, is just a shadow moving softly, and I swear, you can hear it, if you listen hard enough. The music. It’s like it’s coming from under the ground.
|
130754
|
I am trying very hard to rhyme,
and trying very hard not to.
|
130721
|
In college, I made friends with my Jewish roommate. Her name was Leah and she was from Brooklyn. When she asked me home with her for Thanksgiving, she mentioned we could go to synagogue together. I asked if there would be other black people there. "No," Leah…
|
