1411 6 3
|
until i french kiss every atmosphere
my mouth ready to explode
like roman candles
sparking my fingers sparking off the tips
of my sparking fingers
|
141144
|
What’s your favorite emotion? Mine is ripping the sky apart and standing on a star outside of time.
|
141111
|
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.
|
141131
|
My first time alone with the women in Saudi Arabia...
|
141188
|
Then he said something that really made sense, said he kept a blank check in his back pocket...
|
141165
|
Mother hated a crucifix. Graven, she said. Evidence that Catholics weren't saved, just stuck in ceremony. Jesus had risen and anyone who had to pray in Latin, count beads or confess to robed men who took orders from a monarch didn't know…
|
141187
|
. . . the roar of fire speaks lasting heat . . . .
|
141163
|
I signed up for functional
I did not ask for this mixed bag
of broken glass
I have enough to swallow
|
141120
|
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.
|
141000
|
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.
|
141010
|
I do not jerk up to sirens birds doorbell shouts hello hello through the letterbox hello
|
141011
|
She is walking to the café to meet her friend. Her friend is there already because she walked from where was getting her haircut. Her friend sent her a text message that said, “OMW” for…
|
141087
|
The musician’s wife had a roving eye. He didn't care. He liked being married to a wild and crazy woman.
|
141042
|
It was almost like I was dreaming, he is saying, my visit to the ruins of the factory that made the first Narrative Machines.
|
141055
|
Wish more than ever there was a more perfect way to mean everything I say. If I could I'd certainly walk all my words right up to your face now and give them over, hand to hand so to speak. That's the point at which I'd very much…
|
141000
|
Famus Peepul Ellen and her boy, Larson, were on the second floor of The Monsters restaurant, searching for the fortuneteller. Larson had decided her signature was a necessary addition to his autograph book. He hadn't asked for her autograph…
|
141052
|
If Heaven holds forth its own Infinity, What of selves, of ours, could we stand to see? Cradled with harsh fangs of Memory, Deep forgetfulness, give rather me- Let bright dreams be our self's divinity: Forever holds, in morrow's hours, such little…
|
140953
|
—Mr. Martinelli, can you explain how you developed your painting technique?
|
140944
|
the view is
breathtaking here.
|
140900
|
They sat eating and looking at each other. To Ben, Claudia was certainly a handsome woman and a good bed partner, but he was getting more and more suspicious of her motives.
|
1409109
|
We’re on The Worm. I dread the part where the train goes under the bay. I hold my breath until we safely emerge.
|
140943
|
Man, this bearskin rug was a big, awkward sonofabitch on his back....
|
140975
|
it acquires a fine translucence
|
140964
|
Light spreads its way across the sky like a drop of inkon dry cotton sheets:starts at one point and expandsas wind shufflesover bodies, seashoist your sailsand I'll throw this oneoverthe night can have itnowhear the waveshow they seem satisfiedwith their…
|
140932
|
she sees that no one has considered her needsshe feels left out, and so she strikes outon the offensive, nostrils flaringpoints her finger and makes her caseshe has been wronged, justified in her angershe will not back downthe accused one is hurtstrikes back with her own…
|
140810
|
Victor didn't want to be alone, so he phoned Sophie.
|
140821
|
The artist with fork and trowel.
The paint; soil, seed, seedling or plug.
|
140865
|
|
140842
|
|
140811
|
We can’t see anything except for glimpses of the other’s eyes, hands, mouths when we move.
|
