Most read stories

Elk Hunters

12711271 views33 comments33 favs

"Damn! All I've got is a hundred dollar bill."

Digging In The Darkness

12711271 views11 comment22 favs

I dig with no light to guide the aim of my shovel but the stars peeking through the trees which are fuller now then when you went away.

Garbage in, garbage out

12711271 views00 comments00 favs

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…

Lower-order Mammals

12711271 views00 comments00 favs

they'd turned into humans overnight

She Looked In the Mirror And Saw Something Different

12701270 views00 comments00 favs

Even raw as she looked coming out of the jail, the woman left echoes.

The Band Name Is The Concert

12701270 views00 comments00 favs

We now bring to the stage ....

Untitled

12701270 views1111 comments55 favs

the colors of the night

An Attempt at Reconciling with the Non-Existent

12701270 views55 comments33 favs

dealing with an over-aged imaginary friend gone rogue

Boolean Muteness

12701270 views44 comments11 fav

I believe in scouring the sea with spears

Handicapping the Saints

12701270 views44 comments00 favs

I've been a fan of hagiography—the lives of the saints—since first grade when Claude Dunham and I were asked to represent St. Stephen and St. Sebastian, two martyrs of the early church, in a tableau vivant of bored boys.

CHINTZ PICKLE

12701270 views44 comments44 favs

What if she doesn't take me seriously? My sweaty testimony wedged tight behind the tragic I used to think was honest? What if, right? What if . . . Isolation Real men feel that, right? They have …

Chimes of Coins or Branches

12701270 views11 comment11 fav

It must be some sort of Freudian twist, but as her cold fingertips draw rings on my navel, I think of my mother. Here, her body watches my tongue, asking my lips to curl into the letters of her name. I can't get erect. I remember my mother's face—her eyes almost…

Cato

12701270 views44 comments22 favs

She was the clerk in the photography shop.

The Sadness That Can Be Gulliver’s Travels

12701270 views77 comments44 favs

One day, he decided instead to be-pet them,

In and Out

12701270 views22 comments00 favs

Emma held her arm up to John’s eyes. He looked, nodded. “My burns are on the inside,” he told her. “I’ll never show you.”

Nesting Code

12701270 views33 comments11 fav

scratches

Biscuits and Gravy

12701270 views33 comments22 favs

Lips touch briefly at first

Carlos Del Monte’s Verse Chorus Verse

12701270 views22 comments22 favs

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.

77 Words About Nothing (4.05.2012)

12691269 views00 comments00 favs

I sold my ego to pay a parking ticket. And then I wrote 77 words about mental health.

Payments

12691269 views11 comment11 fav

What it was for, didn’t matter. When Susan walked into Fred’s house every few weeks and start talking, he’d just nod and say, “Sure, I know how tough it is out there, baby.” Then they’d drink some wine and put on some music, and he’d give her a little mon

We Are Not Just A Bit of Irrelevant Pollution

12691269 views44 comments22 favs

"It's hard to make a man understand something if his livelihood depends on him not understanding it."--Upton Sinclair I understand what Zappa was saying,about broken hearts and assholes, but, well, reallywhat if yours is already broken and already…

Witness

12691269 views99 comments55 favs

Someone must bear witness// at a comfortable remove.

Chresmographion

12691269 views66 comments33 favs

Meeting the past an inevitable outcome (this inside a future fortune cookie). Shame pierces her like a sudden migraine.

Ethereal

12691269 views66 comments55 favs

and any stain or streak/ is as you will or wish it

The Call

12691269 views00 comments00 favs

I strolled mindlessly along the concrete pavement, the cool breeze carrying the characteristic scent of the night. I stared at the path ahead, but not really looking. My legs continued their automated operations. I didn't know where I was going, but that was all right - I…

Raw Meat

12691269 views99 comments88 favs

I took Annie to the zoo, and the tigers got out. The little tigers, that is. Cubs.

The Boss

12691269 views22 comments00 favs

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…

It is I, Hamlet, King of the Crabs

12691269 views33 comments22 favs

Ronnie comes home carrying two sacks of groceries, one including a four-pack of Virgil's root beer. This is heavy stuff. It amazes me she is able to carry these items up our steep hill, nearly a mile in distance. I watch the news on our French cable station while she…

Long Night, Hard Night

12691269 views11 comment11 fav

It had been a long night, a hard night. The sky had been filled with blackened clouds, patters of wind snapping and whipping like a pirate's flag hung at full mast. Rain beat…

The Knife Edge

12681268 views22 comments22 favs

Max understood this perfectly and could easily picture the slow-motion buckling of the spars and the accordion collapse of the fuselage as the propeller blades’ churned up the ground.