The separation—the plan—had been a long time coming. After years of fighting and therapy and apologizing and, finally, silence, their marriage was about to die of exhaustion.

Allow me one moment of stasis from pain, If I must really become that one, Who brought by giant hand man's gain, And suffered through theft of the sun. No dagger pricks the injured side, Or vulture picks the source of bile: Still must wan hordes…

It's important to sound human, I know To get fragile near your mother I myself get glimpses now and then

The oval-shaped, pearl-white objects shimmered soundlessly in the warm sunlight. Suddenly one object veered off and headed towards them stopping to hover not twenty feet away. Suddenly their phones vibrated simultaneously. They both looked at their messa

On a cold, dark night near to All Hallows' Eve in October of 1930, I was summoned by Constable John Wakefield to the house of Vernalier Driscoll. The constable was wild-eyed and very nervous, his hair appeared to be standing on end.

Loving himself. Loved by no one. Loving no one.

The last of the Kazan Tatar Khans. Each dome represents a severed head.

Why go outside where the gutters / are fraudulent and clogged with popularity?

It is not rough like most grappa, but smooth like good whisky. It removes all edges, freezes the tongue and erases the memory.

Obituaries aren’t as much fun as they used to be.

Before Uncle Max died of a heart attack, he had some words of advice for his only nephew and godson. Upon his death, as instructed, a package in brown paper arrived at Jeffery Glimson’s house on a warm June afternoon.

I am only ever What you seem to be Without the leverage Of sweet reality

...something darkly malevolent looming above him...

Then there was this short little girl, Jo Ann, who had a daughter and was divorced, who lived next door to my buddy Andy. She told me right after we did it one night that she had always wanted to have sex with me when she was growing up, as a teenager, I

It didn't matter if they burned or not.