1189 5 5
|
We jam into the green tent as it begins to rain. His casket is covered with flowers and there is the picture you took of him, the day you climbed the fire tower from where you could see forever, past his smiling face the bars and a million changing leaves.His pregnant girl…
|
118941
|
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…
|
118921
|
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,…
|
118966
|
I want that one, unnoticed taste.
|
118911
|
Miranda laughed. The cream of the retail industry laughed...
|
118966
|
With the sudden thrust//
of April green, we can forget/
our drought continues.
|
118941
|
I heard you singing in the bedrooms with me. The down I was fond of, down of your cheek, your thighs light blonde in the light. Out of the dark, sweet bay, were you like a shining rock, shining white, undulating, a thing of heat. I remember you, yes!
|
118921
|
A horse is a horse
Of course, of course
Unless it's a horse
Without a Loofah
You better look into the mirror
Check the picture window too
I may not be the only one
Who's broken
Don't it take a little more
When I'm not with you?
Don
|
118975
|
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.
|
118952
|
Minimalist/realist short-story writer Raymond Carver was fired from his job as an editor of science textbooks because of his inappropriate writing style.
|
118996
|
so here we all are/
deep in debt
|
11892114
|
Let routine/
propel you through/
the day after/
the day before.
|
118954
|
proper words fail to get proper points across . . . truthful words have no beauty,/beautiful words have no truth.
|
118901
|
I felt my words reach out and try to grab him by the heart. They missed.
|
118911
|
Maybe adulthood isn't the destination I always thought it was?
|
118900
|
Sally knows the situation: if your name's on the list you can't come in. If they try to walk past her, swipe their card on the electronic barrier's scanner, instead of a short benevolent bleep and the gate sliding open, it will fail. The hapless individua
|
118912
|
It is wonderful to talk to Mick Jagger in his hotel room. He is absolutely charming, and the women filling the room seem as natural as the sound of rain or the play of sunlight.
|
118900
|
Sam tapped the stick against the small mountain of trash bags, a dull thud predictably followed by a dozen rats scurrying out of the mass. He's started to make a personal game of it — seeing how many he can kill with one whack; if he swings hard enough, and in…
|
118932
|
Elaine Aster paced her office trailing a cloud of smoke of cigarette smoke.
|
118931
|
When I bumped my head I almost fell to the ground Not so much stars As flashes of lights That looked like sparklers My mother chasing the dog She never catches it The cat sits on a nearby chair It's head moving as the dog does …
|
118933
|
The game is set, thirty pound gobbler at the center; brined, browned, and buttered to perfection.
The players take their places around the table: Reagan’s_Disciple and BraBurner38 sit at the head seats, eyeballing each other over a fizzing bottle of dom
|
118941
|
Tomorrow we will eat it in anger.
|
118800
|
Ben shook his head in disbelief: Was this some theatrical soothsayer trick of Ida’s?
|
118800
|
Bearded massage parlors of dissonance whittle away hours for a few dollars and cents
|
118810
|
They say that air traffic control is stressful work and I guess it is for some people. It did require a lot of concentration but that never bothered me much. I could keep the position, bearing and altitude of a couple of dozen aircraft in my head without
|
118820
|
Angelo stood to the side and lit a cigarette.
|
118854
|
She laughed as she stuck up the word flaccid,
it kept falling down
|
118810
|
I should've traced my steps.
I'm lost in a sea of hyperlinks.
|
118832
|
a thinking man's bird
high above
coated with scent
of life
|
118822
|
|
