1348 0 0
|
"‘Man-hater’ is such a harsh term,” she says. “I really like it.”
|
134875
|
|
134854
|
At night, we’d sleep in our usual spots on the edge of the bed - Becca on the left, me on the right with Hanna in the middle as before the accident.
|
134833
|
I'm the first child she ever knew that couldn't sing.
|
134823
|
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…
|
134832
|
Over the last years of her life, my mornings began when Mom decided to play. Sitting on her black, ball-and-claw stool, she'd raise the key cover, stretch her neck and shoulders, and take slow, deliberate breaths. A deep, meditative state descended over the room and…
|
134800
|
I considered my choices, then asked the question that has brought my wife so much pain over the years. "Which is cheaper?"
|
134831
|
. . . why did it take so long?
|
134863
|
Can we meet in the desert,
I will stand with a cactus flower clenched
between my teeth and balance en pointe.
I will tame snakes and find your serpent
tongue with my eyes closed.
I will usher in the clouds, when it grows hot,
and, should you becom
|
134821
|
Dawn is a grey mass, what is left of the night's chill slips between my t-shirt and belly skin. Somewhere else you once wrote that being loved when you don't love in return equals rape.
|
134864
|
You have at least
an intermittent belief.
|
134895
|
Do you see the hot coals of doing? The way time sizzles or wilts…eat those coals.
|
134854
|
What the hell is going on out here!? Yelled the man with the shotgun
|
134800
|
Lulls, and the gulls, amid the tides and their tears (And I join their voices and my heart is run), Though each or neither takes no part in my fears, I join no hands with the beach or the years (And the ships slip near plus yon). Held handfast,…
|
134822
|
This really bothered me, and I questioned my penis about it.
|
134720
|
By the time she reached home, dinner would be there in thirty minutes, on the table. Not a lively table, just politeness, and calm. There were no issues of the day that needed discussing, no problems to be solved.
|
134742
|
We're alone and besieged / by badness.
|
134722
|
Why do you lie? the old woman repeats when her mouth is not busy filling the waste bin. We sit as far away from her wheedle and wretch as the small waiting room allows. A young woman glares at us through the mental health clinic's safety glass…
|
134741
|
In praise of the colorful flock with crowns
of teased cotton candy rising high above
Modular walls, stalled operating systems
staling coffee and pale corner offices
|
134700
|
“You've got to be kidding me. A robot?”, said Marge as she rotated in the chair at her desk. She removed the leaf of paper from the typewriter and set in down on the desk. She looked up at Parkins who was leaning against the wall nursing a cold cup of…
|
134764
|
My supper consisted of no cheese
My marriage consisted of no violin
|
134742
|
I was sitting there drinking with Paul at the bar, and it was a Friday night and I was I was feelin good. I didn't have to go to work in the morning, and I had a few drinks and food in me, and I able to that on da cheap, which felt good. And Paul…
|
134743
|
The one-legged crow was back in the yard again. It was there yesterday and maybe before, but yesterday was the first time I noticed it. I've been using my binoculars lately. It is interesting to me...to bring things closer. And it's not just birds, but other things like the…
|
134723
|
I even listen to the Ugly Kid Joe version. I fall asleep perplexed and disheartened.
|
134752
|
I’m up to my ass in social media.
|
134742
|
In the end they talked a lot, shared what they could, both seemingly trying to rekindle something that was no longer hot, and yet they could not let go of each other. Year after year would prove that. Right then, just then, it seemed that the physical par
|
134742
|
Standing there as you walked away from me that late March afternoon, in the park off Meridian Street, the spring tableau seemed
|
134722
|
mind heart soul will blood sweat tears muscle, and bone,/and then always something else—not more, just else . . .
|
134755
|
|
134600
|
You sleep in equative lip biting slumber
hugging a pillow you think is someone else.
|
