1180 21 14
|
Let routine/
propel you through/
the day after/
the day before.
|
118053
|
His eyes begin to glisten like hot green wax pooling around the
wick
of a
pretty little candle.
|
118022
|
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.”
|
117911
|
|
1179138
|
I took a left, it's less safe
|
117942
|
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…
|
1179102
|
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…
|
11791110
|
|
117921
|
A meaningful conversation Subdued the huge Toys “R” Us question mark Standing sun-bleached and sprinkler-dirtied In our flowerbed On the patio Explode your fanny pack, A clinking most dangerous The Mysterious: Its …
|
117900
|
“Honorable condominium association members,” the leader begins. “I apologize for not having a PowerPoint slide show tonight, but me and my muchachos travel light.”
|
117800
|
Bearded massage parlors of dissonance whittle away hours for a few dollars and cents
|
117821
|
Ben left the airport and headed toward downtown Nice, his stomach was in a knot.
|
117821
|
Breaking News: Noted local writer and very minor celebrity Paul Steven Stone joined a growing list of talentless wannabes to bare skin and a hint of nipple in a shameless attempt to draw attention to his current blog posting. When asked how far he would g
|
117842
|
After it is over, I go out into the world, to the café. The flower sellers are setting up their booth outside the glass doors. Classical guitar over the speakers. A soft rain falling. Heads bowed, reading the news. Coffee, croissants, cappuccino. This g
|
117821
|
Tucker walked the long and lonely stretch of highway in front of him. The loneliness didn't matter; he had his own way of handling that feeling. The walking, however, was wearing away at his mind. How…
|
117822
|
Defenestration - the act of throwing someone out of a window.
I went to Prague recently to visit my family’s castle, which is called Krivoklat. I’m not even going to attempt to explain to you how to pronounce that. It’s outside Prague, about an hour t
|
117822
|
Too young to stay interested for long in the words I was reading. My father said the man was very intelligent and most of his writing was hard to understand.
|
117820
|
Poets die every day but are seldom in position to put the experience to literary merit.
|
11781411
|
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…
|
117800
|
Side morning lightthrough hydrangea crab, reachand shine off patio ice
|
117861
|
The bison know a lot about Longfellow
|
117843
|
|
117796
|
On a Saturday I flew from murky air. My wings grown weak, I stole away from plundered nest, casual stings, and skillful barbs. In family's fold, I perch.
|
117710
|
Duffy struck an adversarial tone from the outset, offering up a first poem about improper expenses submitted by members of Parliament that ruffled feathers across party lines.
|
117730
|
It began with the waffles, well first there were the potholders, but really the problem was the waffles. I don't even think she knew she was making waffles; much less that she had lost her potholders in the trash can the day before. But nonetheless the real issue here was…
|
117741
|
That was all it took. Thirty seconds.Half of a minute.30: He was standing with me on the corner of the street, 29: waiting for the crosswalk to say it was okay for us to make our way to the other side. 28: The red "do not walk" signal changed to the white "join us over…
|
117733
|
I will not leave the boat.
The sea has left you.
|
117798
|
After you lost sight in your left eye, mom made me go on the road with you that last summer to help you see.
|
117722
|
“Miss Brown had spent the morning (was it just this morning? Or another?) purchasing parsnips and leafy green vegetables from the local grocers, when she was overcome by a wave of nausea. The world went black and she awoke in a windowless, doorless room.
|
117711
|
Miranda laughed. The cream of the retail industry laughed...
|
