Most read stories

Bell Ringer

11731173 views00 comments00 favs

Zal’s first day on the job they had 16 customers. They took turns crying, “Bring out your dead!”

Precipitants

11731173 views99 comments88 favs

we’ll never win/ the ongoing battle with dirt.

Backhand

11731173 views00 comments00 favs

"You are stuck in the past like the jiggling leather of that wrestler's skin."

1. The Knife (or, Ignorance is Bliss)

11731173 views22 comments22 favs

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.

Three Easy Steps:the little genuine things in life/sauteed whole peppers/easy roof repair

11731173 views1010 comments22 favs

So, once, we were all like sitting around the kitchen table, and it was so kind of like an okay sort of day to begin with. We were all like a secret theater of strangers, a living children's secret circle, meeting right in…

Fifteen

11731173 views77 comments55 favs

Lucy entered the open door next; she had been inside the cat litter house before: Brother Fran didn’t bother to cover turds he’d laid. He spoke of the outdoors: lizards he’d separated from their heads, world of work.

The Garage Sale

11731173 views00 comments11 fav

She excelled at plowing forward. He excelled at staying in one place. Eventually the distances got too great and she put an ocean between them.

Seamus Has the Palsy Now

11731173 views44 comments22 favs

Seamus’ hands are shaking now that once were still as stalking cats.

Airport Hotel

11731173 views44 comments00 favs

We construct what we want, from what has failed in the past. We thought this worked. The picture was buzzing for me and I tried to hold on. I went blindly forward.

Yearning

11731173 views11 comment11 fav

He’d've been up there belting out the hymns then bickering with the vicar after.

His Bus

11731173 views00 comments00 favs

He'd always considered it his bus.

Five

11731173 views00 comments00 favs

"It all began with a painting," I said. "Mostly blue. Acrylic. Naturalistic in a modern sense. She was stylized but recognizable, and her breasts were exposed. Everyone could see her disordered skirt. The painter was a fan of Herrick.

Coyote Captured Outside Lower Manhattan Café

11731173 views44 comments44 favs

I heard the patron yelling, “Hey, man! That’s my cappuccino!” when the young female snatched it and got away. But the police cornered her a few blocks away, licking the last bits of foam off her wiley whiskers. That’s how they knew they had

ok

11731173 views1010 comments77 favs

this doesn't turn me on

The Bridge

11731173 views33 comments11 fav

And the urban sprawl doesn’t hesitate. All around me, I taste the aftermath of bricks, dust and dirt, freshly laid concrete slabs.

Gray Lizard

11731173 views66 comments66 favs

He can’t enlarge the rock—/ can only find its safest distance

Saint Basil's

11731173 views33 comments22 favs

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

Why Go Outside?

11731173 views66 comments22 favs

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

Occupy This!

11721172 views55 comments44 favs

faking an orgasm

11721172 views22 comments11 fav

There’s an account of roasting inward, holding myself like a rock inflamed, my inward joy rotting my veins. How was I supposed to go on loving anything after you? Like a pigeon hated at home, awaiting your passionate kisses? Knowing how your classical k

Spiders on the Wall

11721172 views00 comments00 favs

Her eyes creaked open in the misty morning sun seeping through my dusty window. From her facial expression, I could tell she thought I was watching her sleep, but really I had just woken up and coincidentally looked over at the exact moment she did. I decided against …

black

11721172 views11 comment11 fav

my soul is black and it's deep like heartbreak and heavy as stone and as thick as ink and it is pressing on top of me like last nights one night stand like dead weight so that I can't lift my arms or spread my legs it feels like I am walking through mud but it's…

April

11721172 views33 comments33 favs

Well, hello hunger: what a sweet surprise.

whoosh

11721172 views1010 comments88 favs

i learned all

the Case of the Smelly Rug Adventure

11721172 views44 comments33 favs

I didn't know what to do, really, but I had to do something. After all there was no one left to be the real bona fide hero to this story, except for me, the guy who wasn't any kind of a hero at all. I mean I could hardly move an inch, rolled…

Closest Living Relative

11721172 views22 comments00 favs

Uncles. Cousins. Enos. No matter how loosely a net is woven, eventually the strands come together again.

Thank God for Kids — by Comparison, I'M 'Adult'!

11721172 views00 comments00 favs

[NOTE: PLEASE DEFER READING THIS UNTIL YOU'VE COMPLETED THE 'MONAD' (OR 'MILESTONE') YOU'VE NEEDED TO! THANKS! BE FOREWARNED!]

Angels and Inspiration

11721172 views00 comments00 favs

It was then an angel was sent to provide assistance and guidance. After the first time, with the radio show, the woman could almost feel her presence. When she did not know what to do, or needed help or to encourage others, when her own will and words wer

Go Running Up That Hill

11721172 views33 comments33 favs

Better move ‘cause I hear them comin’ up the other side.

PTSD

11721172 views66 comments33 favs

the queue for hell