1320 10 2
|
she lays there
wrapped in his baseball sheets
|
132020
|
During the night and in the fog of halfsleep Ben shifted and felt the weight of Miranda gone from him, the bed empty. In the quiet of the house he thought he heard a footstep and the soft shutting of a door, and as his eyes searched the dark he…
|
132055
|
“After your death is confirmed,” I assured him, “a hardcover first edition of your books, will sell for millions at auction in New York.
|
131900
|
Perhaps she’s also a do-gooder. One of those socially conscious, change-the-world type girls complete with a never ending supply of life’s own contagious enthusiasm.
|
131900
|
an island hidden in the sound holds treasure
|
131944
|
I will always remember that
picture of you in your
bright blue summer dress,
with your arms spread out
against a wooden fence in
Central Park.
|
131952
|
lift my love and be lifted
|
131965
|
Pessoa, wake up, I need your help!I want to be the universe, I need to be the universe. And somehow be no-one at all. I want to expand and be everything and not be tragically held by One. But I need your help, old man, because my words are not enough to make me forget that…
|
1319199
|
|
131922
|
The boy in the elevator with round glasses, /
who carried a newly-purchased broom, /
was tall and burdened with clothes
|
131952
|
“Don’t you think you should tie a tourniquet or something?” she asked as I bled profusely from the points where Jesus was wounded during his crucifixion.
|
131910
|
There's one graveyard for the part-timers and another for the full-timers. Ours is a little nicer, but we're still all going to hell. Do you remember St. Petersburg? No, you're memory's not that good.
|
131922
|
I keep the book when the lessons are done, go through the pages Momma skipped over...
|
1319108
|
|
131921
|
The pawnbroker sat behind bulletproof glass at the rear of the display area, a veritable potentate of hope and cash, exchanging expendable items for derisory cash.
|
131941
|
We call this game the end of the world...
|
131944
|
in moving cars i am small;
in moving cars i am invisible.
|
131931
|
It was New Year's Day. My cousin and I were having coffee. It was about ten at night. We were outside the establishment. She said: "Sometimes I think you're not happy. I see it in you."
|
131910
|
Me leaving is not the confirmation of all your fears. It is not. It's because of them.
|
131943
|
the ones that have seen
the other seasons,
let them set up the track
|
131900
|
When the lore of the land could no longer hold the minds of men, they turned their eyes to places where they expected to find no other gaze.
|
131800
|
“Okay, here is a wild idea. Let's each choose outfits from the second hand store for the other to buy and wear to a bar for a drink..."
Famous second to last words?
|
131811
|
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…
|
131810
|
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.
|
131800
|
Slowly, she eased me
into my place
where I melted
into the dark seat
|
131800
|
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
|
131800
|
Last time I saw the American Dream was Tuesday, down at the Unemployment Office. He was looking pretty worn out, as if being unemployed for over a year was finally getting to him.
|
131831
|
At school, Joe knew the answers to the questions. He used to jump up onto his desk and wave his arm before Mrs. Gestapo told him he would have to stop or he would go to the principal’s office, where the other kids said that the principal made you pull d
|
131800
|
They are kind of cool though I’ll admit…pretty types with perfect angles and poise and judicial daddies and shade tree homes, holding their books preciously against their tight bodies as if they’re into academics or something.
|
131822
|
for Tracy ThornYou don't need a song about fixed stars, you needa reason to be glad stars are here. Themoon's always been around, but not always like the friend you want,until now. Don't throw it all away becauseyou are too sad to care. You've come into your own. Allthings…
|
