Most read stories

ORPHANS

12351235 views1515 comments77 favs

They wait for me every morningthese two furry four legged catswhen they hear my car,their eyes open wide and they nuzzle each otherin anticipationof the food I bring them

Chresmographion

12351235 views66 comments33 favs

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

Biscuits and Gravy

12351235 views33 comments22 favs

Lips touch briefly at first

Granny Medicine

12351235 views99 comments77 favs

Antibiotic ointment didn't help. Maybe Granny medicine would.

Please Do Not Blame Me

12351235 views77 comments44 favs

I was disappointed with love, and like everyone else, stammered out of love into a place horrified with meaning.

During My Daily Commute

12351235 views44 comments44 favs

in moving cars i am small; in moving cars i am invisible.

Testament/ National Poetry Month, 2013/ 25 Poems

12351235 views88 comments55 favs

Small stones/ skipped across/ still water ripple

Pot or Marijuana

12341234 views55 comments55 favs

Every six weeks or so, he and I would argue. I would argue. He would listen. He raised me twenty-five cents each time. I suppose that is a bad habit for me to have gotten into—to get pissed about rates and to fight to get a raise.

Miranda

12341234 views1010 comments22 favs

...cinched the handcuffs.

Yeah, He's Stoned

12341234 views33 comments33 favs

He’s so stoned he’s in the zen zone, Which is just beyond the end zone.

Dust Scars

12341234 views00 comments00 favs

A gurgle of sugar on bark-splotch or blips. A mess: blueprints, radar, or wrench. Lips swell neon blood. So much spit, the lunar tremors. Manipulated, blur flutter flicks. To lungs: choke on scraps of metal, lumber, nuclear. Stir the embers. She's a bone bath for…

In and Out

12341234 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.”

Bougainvilla Drive

12341234 views44 comments22 favs

blue plexiglass skateboard is holding the light of a turmeric sun. jacob turns it this way and that and lets it sit on its side atop parking curbs. denim legs canvas feet. looking down sign ridden streets and squinting. sometimes sun showers leak out. cotton…

The Calamity Train (Pulling Seven Cattle Cars):Remixed for the Occupy Yourself Movement

12341234 views66 comments44 favs

We believe in our love storyin spite of the ferocious efforts ofserial bankerseverywhere to discourage us from looking our damned nearprettiest if we really feel like it. I meangranted they do do their ugly troll dogimpressions of…

No One Else

12341234 views44 comments22 favs

o

Happiness

12341234 views33 comments22 favs

Sometimes the universe is a coin flipping so fast it’s hard to see which side is polished and shiny.

Final Fantasy

12341234 views00 comments00 favs

That’s where her reputation Wild Cat came from.

Long Night, Hard Night

12341234 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…

Waiting for Lunch

12331233 views55 comments00 favs

The banality of his own state of boredom, a luxury to be satiated with violence, to hack with an axe the exposed neck of his friend.

deja not

12331233 views1515 comments88 favs

I haven't felt my soul leave my body

Second Hand

12331233 views00 comments00 favs

“Okay, here is a wild idea. Let's each choose outfits from the second hand store for the other to buy and wear to a bar for a drink..." Famous second to last words?

My Great Sensitivity

12331233 views99 comments66 favs

I'm mucked now for sure. No one's going to discover my difficult poems in a locked away desk drawer somewhere after the dying fact. I remember how it feels to be knocked out by someone standing next to me in a simple white dress. This…

Nesting Code

12331233 views33 comments11 fav

scratches

Five Million Yen: Chapter 68

12331233 views22 comments11 fav

Ben’s tactic for diverting Monique’s thoughts from the encounter with Zoë and the horrific episode in his dressing room was to dance, dance, dance.

Summer XVI

12331233 views55 comments11 fav

It was the truth, you'd say. Then someone else would step in, someone who knew the situation. It wasn't long before the entire population of our sleepy little town became accustomed to your routine. It was even welcome in some circles. Those circles were made up…

just because the maker of the tracks and the tracks themselves are invisible doesn't mean there's nothing there

12331233 views44 comments22 favs

breathe out somewhere a tree falls

U-11 Soccer Girls Gone Wild

12331233 views00 comments00 favs

Do you think your mom would come out and take off her shirt, the way Brandi Chastain did the last time the U.S. women won the World’s Cup?

Digging In The Darkness

12331233 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.

The Call

12331233 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…

Clinch Park

12331233 views33 comments11 fav

There was nothing on the lake but a / faint sailboat and a shadowy gull.