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At the annual Earth Day celebration, Frieda looked up in the sky and saw a lone goose. It had caught her attention with its call, echoing off the buildings and trees.
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Some fiftysomething woman with a small dog in her arms was waiting for him, backstage. Security hadn't succeeded in restraining her. Strange.
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Is it my imagination, or is her chair afraid of her?
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It's always dark when Cal and I arrive. We park under the bright sodium lamps, closest to the doors. The lights will probably be off by the time we return, unless the sensors miscue in the uncertain light of early morning. When that happens, the lights…
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Whenever Lady Gaga took the stage,
We peons on the benches cheered for her:
She dripped of jewels and paint, and blessed sage,
Wore meat as the antithesis to fur.
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full of mad hope / we dash into the street / leap into the fray / and enter splendiferous lists
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It’s a compromising situation...
The would be Bride of Christ begins perspiring
before the crowd.
Jesu, Joy of Man’s Desiring echoes through the antique church
just one more time,
a little loud.
With every added verse and every flickering vigi
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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…
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These fern-like weeds grow along the roads. “Watch this,” you say, bending down over a plant. The touch of your fingertip sets it recoiling, stunned–a fun, jungle trick you picked up somewhere along your way.
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That is a six-word story. Notice that the meaning does not change with the word count. Syllabic count: pentameter (ten). Keep these commas.
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Welcome back to our ongoing coverage of what we mean when we say "Tsunami: A Very Bad Thing."
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The artist with fork and trowel.
The paint; soil, seed, seedling or plug.
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So we stayed on the train admiring the time.
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A fat kid running;
the sounds of an ice-cream truck
—counterproductive.
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We can’t see anything except for glimpses of the other’s eyes, hands, mouths when we move.
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We’re on The Worm. I dread the part where the train goes under the bay. I hold my breath until we safely emerge.
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They've put down roots under the dome. Want to push through the ceiling, blot out the sun. I have other plans.
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Inspired by "The Dunwich Horror"" by H.P. Lovecraft, this excerpt concerns the events in the life of a man who is coming to the awareness that his son has followed in his grandfather's steps and begun the process of conjuring a spirit that killed him.
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Welcome to the world of (un)reality television. He/she who dies with the most stories wins. Another kind of religion. The Church of Being Famous For Whatever.
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The voice is back! That voice, like milk and honey, like mother, like the school nurse who bandaged my scraped knee.
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I don’t see the problem. In the country I come from, language is the best part of the game.
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No one would have picked me out of a crowd as the morbid one, but it was true that thoughts of easy exits floated through my consciousness regularly.
I did my research—the easy methods, painless, guaranteed methods—and felt prepared to do, well, w
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Summer, Spring, Winter, Fall, the Good Lord made them all.
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As a kid he had run away from the family farm and shoveled coal back East to put himself through college. Now he was just another old man in a nursing home, desperate for a drink, his blue eyes bleary, a sticky goo filming at the corners of his lips.
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—Mr. Martinelli, can you explain how you developed your painting technique?
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An eternity in a crashing moment.
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Victor didn't want to be alone, so he phoned Sophie.
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