1394 9 4
|
My time glass allocation nears its end.
|
139462
|
One of his operas was confiscated when he couldn’t pay a hotel bill. He ended up in a mental home, demented from syphilis.
|
139400
|
|
139486
|
Now the house is empty of romance except a potted flowering plant from my mother for Valentine's Day. No man has set foot in my museum since I moved here. One man has set foot. The owner's brother to see about the gasket under the toilet. The Comcast installers, twice. The…
|
139432
|
The retina was burning, the liquid had dried up, and the veins bursting. My eyes bled. But I kept them open. The sound was like nails on glass, screeching endlessly. Coming close to me louder, harder, faster.
|
139400
|
He woke up four hours later with the second worst headache of his life. He leaned against the car door, his face against the window, and pulled the handle to open the door, but it hit the wall. He pulled himself out of the car by the top of the door frame
|
139460
|
I had a dream about you once. I don't know if I told you about it already or not. (If I did, I apologize.) I'm never quite sure who you're writing about in some of your stories (maybe a composite of everyone?) but I did hold you one more time. In my dream
|
139495
|
The pen point sits motionless on the paper...
|
139411
|
To The Graduates Of The Class Of 2010:
You are here today at a critical crossroads of your life. For most of your 22 years you’ve been taught to work hard, obey the rules, listen with respect to your elders and to trust that every effort you make wil
|
139400
|
the odd stone stands/taller than trees/it protrudes from the young forest/an old mecca but smooth
|
1394108
|
toe and hand-/
holds against/
the shear cliff
|
139443
|
He began to chop the powdery substance and separate it into segments.
|
139453
|
while the fat stars stand out in the cobalt night.
|
139341
|
His only sibling had passed a few years back and his mother was the only one left of a gaggle of 7 brothers and sisters and their spouses. The turning of the generations, from birth to grave, was always a bit like the tilling of the ancestral soil. A new
|
139395
|
|
139323
|
A little boy sits at the table. He hears a knock at the door.“Mo-om!” the boy calls out. “Door!”His mother comes from the kitchen, wiping her hands on her clothing.“Jesus!” she says. “Would it kill you to answer the…
|
139354
|
We are a city of overworked workers.
|
139332
|
Airwave candy
lyrical brandy
brass band singer.
|
139363
|
When nothing's coming in All I have are fragments Cloudy memories Uncompleted projects Disappointments loom large and threaten to define me I am only as good as what I produce And now I feel empty So how do I shine How do I find the spark that…
|
139300
|
Ben was stuck between sweet essences and rancid Talmudic funk. It was going to be a long trip.
|
139343
|
A convoy of military vehicles is heading into the city as we are heading out.
|
139355
|
Against//
the mysteries and the dark/
it illuminates and shapes
|
139343
|
Some fiftysomething woman with a small dog in her arms was waiting for him, backstage. Security hadn't succeeded in restraining her. Strange.
|
139322
|
"Which way ought we to go from here," he asked.
She smiled again, "that all depends on where we want to get to." He nodded but didn't laugh so she sighed and strolled around the room, tuning and looking and considering her options.
|
139320
|
You welcome the new girl by putting a message on her back. I breathe harder until she pops or until you ask me what I’ve seen or until you see my hand turn into a fist.
|
139332
|
The young monk rose early to jog,
his appetites trailing like
cats in heat.
|
139344
|
That night, when Nostalgia knocked on my door just before dawn, I had just enough time to catch her coat as she slipped it off and staggered into my apartment.
|
139310
|
“A story shines brighter through a tear in your eye,” You say
|
139322
|
I caught a fragment of a charged argument as I passed them. The young man said, “Well, I am talking about love.” And the young woman with equal volume checkmated with, “Well, I am talking about money.” Though their lives were none of my business, this exc
|
139297
|
“I fly in my dreams,” his mother said. “It's my privilege.”
|
