1225 1 1
|
I hear the undying screams of the children outside.
|
122541
|
the cocksucking of strategic death planning
|
122511
|
The man was sitting at his makeshift kitchen table. He was forty-five years old. He wore his mortarboard with tassel whenever he left his home. Once inside either a reputable establishment or one generally considered less so, he was sure to take off his m
|
122500
|
He met her at midnight just off the plane and they sized each other with silent growing awareness that no matter what might transpire in distant tomorrows, each served here now as passports to magic and lands far away. On the…
|
122500
|
the gambling priest stands in the morning fog/red moon hangs in the sky/the army of seven houses marches over the hill
|
122522
|
It didn't matter if they burned or not.
|
122543
|
I told about the time during the early part of WW II when I shook hands with a member of the Flying Tigers. He was home on leave, and he stopped by to see my dad, who had been his scout master.
|
122552
|
How strangely perfect it is To see this man memorializedAn author, so I'll always cheerThough I haven't yet read his worksA secret perhaps best keptThe shame of an English major, the shame of a friendHow strangely perfect it is To read even the names paying…
|
122563
|
It was as if every wrong foisted upon his ancestors stirred up a war in him and he was charged with intending the canon at the living.
|
122531
|
“The moon is a monk,”
you said.
|
122530
|
Goodbye comes in stages. At first you recognize that you will “miss” someone when they are gone. Then you have to accept the fact that they are leaving. And finally accept the fact that they are gone; and not particularly in that order. If only it
|
122455
|
Meaning is harder to sell, unless it’s an analysis of why there is a Justin Bieber.”
|
122400
|
Lyrics, rap, spoken word, poetryActivating this and thatCorner of my mind, flippingSwitches, turning onLights, opening windowsPushing stale air from a parking garage.An intimation, or implicationOf fresh air comingBehind, chasing oldDead things ahead of it.The way the…
|
122400
|
-Serves you right, you double agent bitch, spat Arris.
|
122411
|
There is a false dawn,
when night still holds sway, but tempered with promise; anticipation.
|
122452
|
She didn't know why she thought the ring wouldn't fit her finger, but it slid on easily and effortlessly, coming to rest in the old familiar place it always had, the groove that had worn in her finger after seven years of wearing it. She hadn't worn it in a few months,…
|
122431
|
I’d say something I didn’t mean, then she’d say something she didn’t mean, and on and on until one of us came up dry and would be forced to—take exception to something the other had said, to take it seriously.
|
122443
|
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…
|
122401
|
It begins with his positioning.
|
122420
|
Irrational Obligations In honor of National Pi Day Any excuse for a circle, a way to pinch the day. They are calling it something like a celebration only with bigger words and too many numbers to count. We'll have to approximate the amount of joy …
|
12241411
|
I. The sun's corona. Empty boxes near the firehouse. Red birth. A bird's lost wing. II. The bitterness of littleness. Apples in a pile.Early love.A spider, swinging. III. A father's harshness.Twelve bills unpaid. Leaves in a crevice. A dream…
|
122411
|
papa wants to dance - the future is so bright - feel good all the time baby
|
122420
|
it’s okay, you can come inside me
|
1224147
|
A brief colorful season/
and then the fall as winds/
break the hold the leaves have
|
122301
|
It looks like Arizona, like a desert with secrets. The bed unfolded and she was being good today. She would be good, no matter how he moved and laughed she would be a lady. The names of the flowers escaped her, flowers she'd always known. All she saw were waterlilies.…
|
12231410
|
looked briefly – glanced
shouted loudly – yelled
fell down – fell
|
122300
|
"You are stuck in the past like the jiggling leather of that wrestler's skin."
|
122374
|
All this broken glass in the road
Tells the longest story l have ever told
Of how you lost your life and I my love
And how you still go wandering above
I don't know how I can return
To the planet where we used to thrive
Along this broken
|
122300
|
“Paroxysms, well, what in the hell’s a paroxysm?”
“I think the better question is what kind of name is Gentry, Gentry?”
“Yes, that’s a better question. Do you really want to know? I was named after my grandfather, Ol’ Gentry Jones Filips III. They
|
122322
|
He showed me the knife, said it was his best friend. This knife is older than you, he said. Here, run your finger along its blade. Like this. He showed me how to do it.
|
