1296 2 2
|
Is this a tenure track position?
|
1296 7 2
|
I'm transfixed in Tower Records,all the CD covers dancinglike a thousand little TV screens.Your whispers a remote controlchanging those flickering images.When security asks us to leave,you drive my car as I slumpagainst the window.I close my eyes and transport usStar…
|
1296 5 2
|
lift my love and be lifted
|
1296 3 1
|
Last night, but not really night, I woke up to a huge clattering crash! I reached for my weapon (wouldn't you like to know) and jumped out of soft and cozy, holding myself in my best "I'm-not-afraid-of-you" stance.
|
1296 0 0
|
|
1296 1 1
|
never have i wanted/ to stay in one place long,/ flight inspired to escape/ existential ennui--
|
1296 3 1
|
But I sense a tremor in your soul as well, young friend, a yearning of some sorts.
|
1296 0 0
|
when I said good morning I meant
|
1296 2 2
|
Momma wakes us up early while Daddy's still asleep, pulls out white poster boards, markers from the closet, and together, we draw babies...
|
1296 2 0
|
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…
|
1296 2 0
|
it’s okay, you can come inside me
|
1296 4 3
|
Your father's remembrance and memorial would be inappropriate for me to attend. never mind the truth the searing…
|
1295 3 1
|
This was not a good sign, comforting gestures from strangers were bad omens.
|
1295 5 5
|
The man who will lead you can be nothing
if not already found underneath the
light-heartedness of heaven, (dawn)
if not under the light-heartedness
of snow.
He would have to have happiness
already sewn into his soul.
He bears no burdens
|
1295 2 1
|
Gringovitch sat on the big leather chair in Olivia’s suite. Before him on a coffee table were the nude sketches he’d made of her earlier that day.
|
1295 0 0
|
Last week I heard that there is a new horror movie out about Abe Lincoln, with the plot of the film involving the tallest of presidents hunting down vampire bats with his axe while suspending habeas corpus, writing lame speeches about the freedom of man, restoring the…
|
1295 0 0
|
an island hidden in the sound holds treasure
|
1295 5 3
|
In the neon light and barroom shadows,
|
1295 2 1
|
Listening too much to the night, with its whistles, bright lights of luminescent bursts like leaves on fire, or the raised ear of a cow in the purple mist, or the curled tail of a pig foraging in the night.
|
1295 1 0
|
Mary had no shoes. She told me they were stolen by someone at the shelter and I believed her because she stood there outside the Arlington T stop in a pair of tube socks. She told me she wasn't asking for money. She told me the shelter was serving seafood today so her…
|
1295 1 0
|
The lace fell through the fingers, wrinkled and nimble they had become too used to avoiding the finite objects in life which needed attention. The white cotton sat loosely on her shoulders, the collar exposed the skin which had become dry and her shoulder
|
1295 7 5
|
One day, Dasha confessed to Igor that she had an incurable illness: Purple emptiness.
|
1295 0 0
|
We walk with our heads down, maybe 15 of us, moving under a sun that has grown to encompass everything. Everything is in hues of orange and red like a bloody eyeball on fire.
|
1294 0 0
|
Love is easy when all is going well, but it is one of life’s profound, humbling lessons that few people love you enough to wipe your butt.
|
1294 3 2
|
and then he began to sing, along with the ghostly villagers
|
1294 2 1
|
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
|
1294 0 0
|
-Serves you right, you double agent bitch, spat Arris.
|
1294 4 0
|
"At a bare minimum it deserves to be a major cult hit."
|
1294 3 0
|
I guess you felt more comfortable holding your Moby Dick
|
1294 2 1
|
Every spring, outside on the back deck, my mother and I have the same talk about how time flies, and she always waves her hand in the air as if swatting at a fly, but there's never anything there. She thinks the lilies will live all summer spread like a rainbow,…
|