1186 2 2
|
He said, “It was only after I broke my neck and even like maybe a year later that I really started realizing that I had something to say.”
|
118510
|
The broken car horn wailed for 40 days and 40 nights.
|
118531
|
This was not a good sign, comforting gestures from strangers were bad omens.
|
118511
|
I had put the child's wagon, which had been red once, back together again. “Honey”, I said, “I found out the garbagemen will pick up concrete this month.” So, I put…
|
118510
|
When I was a boy and just out of seminary school, I went to a Doors concert and heard Jim Morrison sing his song ‘Soft Parade’ – it changed my life.
|
118542
|
Concrete coffeecake
drumbeat gyrate
Andy Rooney ran a meter.
|
118500
|
|
118522
|
Is this a tenure track position?
|
118520
|
As we follow the trail and things snap beneath our feet, I tell myself that the snapped things take pleasure, find purpose even, in the sounds they make with my soles.
|
118510
|
The cab split the thread of oncoming traffic into water barrels and telephone poles.
|
118543
|
And her life runs like clockwork. And the kids wouldn’t get to school without her, and the paychecks wouldn’t arrive and the taxes wouldn’t get paid. And she listens to religion and country and God telling her how to run her life, what to do and when. B
|
118511
|
As clever as clean bed sheets
|
118563
|
We call it the alley of the shadows, the low sunless concavity of earth between the stalks, the acrid scent of the ripened arrow-points.
|
118500
|
|
118510
|
She was wearing a black tank top and jeans, standing in the shade. Why was she there again? The camera hanging around her wrist answered her question. Right, he had called. He had asked if she could take picture for him and his…
|
118511
|
I drink the funeral in a dream. I give satisfaction in voice overs.
|
118520
|
It's definitely not her pretty face that made him smile so quirkily when she returned in the evening.
|
118587
|
The machines of her perception/
tuned themselves to frequencies//
that peeled her skin and fatty tissue
|
118520
|
With some of these guys it was like propping a kid on a training-wheel bike, then steering the kid down the street til he figured out what to do next. Tricks would come into the bar. Roanne had a smile for all but the dregs…
|
1185147
|
A brief colorful season/
and then the fall as winds/
break the hold the leaves have
|
118522
|
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
|
118400
|
[I STILL CAN'T GET THE "CENTERING" FORMAT THINGEE — WHAT? "JUSTIFY CENTER"? THAT'S WHAT IT'S CALLED? YEAH — THAT ONE! TO WORK! WHAT THE—]
|
118400
|
This was how he circumnavigated people, bartering like a viking setting prices on the edge of an ax-blade.
|
118442
|
Late in the morning, standing in line, clutching a bag of Meow Mix, I listen to the woman waiting behind me. She's having a cell phone conversation about the Treasures of Ancient Egypt exhibit. It‘s in New Orleans, she says, and the kids liked the mummy. I slide…
|
1184102
|
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…
|
118422
|
Pictures of war correspondents from The Tribune, and colonial photographs in a fruit crate
|
118400
|
My writing career began with sitting around the tree eating Christmas presents.
|
118400
|
“Honorable condominium association members,” the leader begins. “I apologize for not having a PowerPoint slide show tonight, but me and my muchachos travel light.”
|
118463
|
What was it about the aged and cookies? Here was another one that relished them. Sebastian's grandmother was a specialist. People on the outside thought she was a bird enthusiast. Grandma could be seen refilling the bird feeders at all hours. After the morning…
|
118444
|
But in 1991 Carmen developed a heroin habit and was forced to sell her powder blue, convertible Mercedes 500SL...
|
