1171 0 0
|
But the things I do know are the ways we've changed since we'd fallen into each other.
|
117164
|
He followed me through the crowds at Grand Central Station.
Wherever I went, there he was,
half my height, dressed in the characteristic gold and maroon garb,
with a paper cup of coffee in his hand.
He must have sensed something about me.
Th
|
117100
|
In the tumbled-down now there's too much material, culled from pretty boys that don't notice me and tattooed ones that do, and I'm certain there's at least one dreamer soaking eyes into me who knows all the twisted lyrics invoking pretty little horses.
|
117023
|
I, Seer of the Stars, Cartographer of the Cosmos, / measure my mass, and to whom do I owe this woe...
|
1170136
|
I tell people that we leave out food for the creatures to appease the skunk gods.
|
117021
|
I liked her when I first saw herShe came to meI liked her hair and body and eyesBu there was something wrong with Her teethScarred beautyI hit it off with her easily at the barThe others didn't like herShe was a cookShe told me about her narcolepsy, ADHD, Tourettes…
|
117065
|
you are on a missing boat in the middle Of a fogged out notion of some sort. A no nonsense paddle could be made out Of something as intangible as an Incoming wave. This could also be a Floating thought up map, man. In…
|
117000
|
"Did you see any action?" I ask, hoping for a story. He points to a scar ripping through the chevron on his left arm but says nothing.
|
117033
|
It's early spring and rains leave miniature ponds not deep but attractive to a Drake and Mallard pair moving into the neighborhood settling quacking down. Not sensing transience in their comfortable puddle they get on swimmingly bottom…
|
117031
|
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.
|
117066
|
With the sudden thrust//
of April green, we can forget/
our drought continues.
|
117065
|
They got slices of greasy salami
On top of round mini carrots, celery
Pepperoncini, slices of sweet pickles
They got cinder block walls
A Tiki Bar with glasses hanging
Upside down from the stemware over the bar
They got wood paneling, cottag
|
117052
|
Minimalist/realist short-story writer Raymond Carver was fired from his job as an editor of science textbooks because of his inappropriate writing style.
|
117022
|
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…
|
117075
|
One day, Dasha confessed to Igor that she had an incurable illness: Purple emptiness.
|
116900
|
Those eyes – they held a lost blue sadness that enveloped her and stopped her mid-movement.
|
116921
|
I’ll bet
You got bit by Snake Charmer Boy
And your world fell out from under you
|
116955
|
My wife said she’d only be gone 10 minutes. 10 minutes. She left me with the 2 boxes we couldn’t fit into the car, and went home to unload the 5 others. She’d be back in 10 minutes.
I got a call after half an hour, she was on her way back to get me. I
|
116911
|
Maybe adulthood isn't the destination I always thought it was?
|
116932
|
Elaine Aster paced her office trailing a cloud of smoke of cigarette smoke.
|
116920
|
When I was eighteenI worked at a convenient storeAnd the owner was from PakistanAnd he dressed well and Smelled of cologneAnd owned two storesAnd was always going back and forthBetween the two of themHe had to make sure we were doingOur jobsAnd whenever some kid…
|
116942
|
Im in bed.
Bed.
I look at the word bed written on the screen.
Bed.
It looks like bad but not quite.
Bed-Bad.
Bad-Bed.
I have a bad bed. Lets say my bed is bad.
It is a bed to the extent that it is bad. It is not good, it is bad. It is a bad bed.
|
116800
|
Even raw as she looked coming out of the jail, the woman left echoes.
|
116833
|
Here comes the bus. It’s going to Tuscany and is full of pronouns: he, she, me, you, it, them, us, we, and you again.
|
116841
|
B developed a thick emulsion that he paints onto the pieces of meat on which he prints photographs.
|
116865
|
It is our gift-- the knowing/
without knowing--/
that allows us transport,
|
116852
|
Fingers scrabble idly at pocket seams, forage between teeth, grasp for tepid cups, patter a drumbeat on knees.
|
116811
|
My first time all started with the girl on the bench. She had those perfect eyes, you know the ones, where you see them and you just can't help wanting to take everything she has on her. Those kind of eyes. And I saw them first. I was the first one there that morning at the…
|
116887
|
Sometimes he would get up at night, go outside, and stand in the middle of their back yard.
|
116800
|
“I’m sure he meant no disrespect,” LeBron said, playing the peacemaker. “For example, I used to be ‘The Chosen One’ but I changed my nickname to ‘Chip’. Like it?”
|
