Most read stories

gravelortian part 18

12821282 views22 comments22 favs

A poor boy scribbling

Pot or Marijuana

12811281 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.

Hearing the Usual Reports

12811281 views88 comments77 favs

In its own defense against what is too concrete the mind allows a magical thought--

My Great Sensitivity

12811281 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…

We Are Not Just A Bit of Irrelevant Pollution

12811281 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…

Unfinished Journal Entries (which only goes to prove just how unprofessionally untutored I am)

12811281 views88 comments55 favs

I could tell you right nowwhat I'm thinking aboutbut that would not be sacrificeenough. Takes all kinds, and youonly listen when it'ssomething you think is instantlyoverpowering. I swear, there's always something not quiteright with you. There's a silly left…

Seamstress

12811281 views11 comment00 favs

The cab split the thread of oncoming traffic into water barrels and telephone poles.

Motorized Elderly Armageddon

12811281 views33 comments22 favs

Oldies are not goodies.

Three Easy Steps:the little genuine things in life/sauteed whole peppers/easy roof repair

12811281 views1010 comments22 favs

So, once, we were all like sitting around the kitchen table, and it was so kind of like an okay sort of day to begin with. We were all like a secret theater of strangers, a living children's secret circle, meeting right in…

Portrait of a Dead Princess

12811281 views1212 comments77 favs

Extrapolate, interpolate/ to add imaginary flesh// to fragmentary bones.

9 January

12811281 views00 comments00 favs

Side morning lightthrough hydrangea crab, reachand shine off patio ice

Edward Ogle the Second

12811281 views11 comment11 fav

doomsday kittens

It is I, Hamlet, King of the Crabs

12811281 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…

Arcana Magi Pure Vol.6 - c.4

12811281 views00 comments00 favs

Rumiko stood quiet, staring out at Mayumi slowly approaching the shrine. Keiko cast a spell at the structure before them while Emi stood before her sister calling out to her and Mrs. Saito struggled to pull Mayumi away.

A Willing Forgiveness

12811281 views00 comments00 favs

I head out the door into Blustery cold winds Walking to my start mark I begin… Expecting in moments To hear the regular symphony Of anatomies brilliant Symmetry… Then I realize In my haste I have been thoughtless It will exact a price… …

She Looked In the Mirror And Saw Something Different

12801280 views00 comments00 favs

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

Handicapping the Saints

12801280 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.

War Bride

12801280 views22 comments00 favs

Maria met her husband in World War Two. Maria is now eighty-two. She is from the country of Tuscany. She has lived in may countries. She was a war bride. She has a son. Maria's son is sixty-three. As a baby-boomer he won't retire until sixty-five Maria says.…

Five Million Yen: Chapter 61

12801280 views33 comments11 fav

Dan Arris sat in Chez Colette enjoying a roulade of veal stuffed with root vegetables. He was not a happy man.

Section 8

12801280 views66 comments22 favs

To a desert island I pick a book of crosswords for my one item. It is a desert island. What could be more practical? I awake in the middle of the night, an itch in my throat. I blow my nose. Weird gobbets of blood ring my Kleenex. It drizzles out now, wet here, gelatinous…

Nesting Code

12801280 views33 comments11 fav

scratches

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

12801280 views44 comments22 favs

breathe out somewhere a tree falls

Ethereal

12801280 views66 comments55 favs

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

What I know about love

12801280 views55 comments44 favs

There are many forms of impossible love. For example when the rain soaked streets are littered with yellow leaves.When a fine mist hangs in the air, and it is twilight and you are not here

Snakes

12801280 views00 comments00 favs

“Gaudy talking, ordination, high finance and politicking won’t save you. Moshaka zumbrala!” screamed Pastor Cleon Wrunk.

A Whole

12801280 views1212 comments66 favs

You sawed off my wings then Asked

The Man Behind the Curtain

12801280 views11 comment00 favs

I find it more fun to be a pirate

Virginia Aste

12801280 views00 comments00 favs

This is like getting a hand full of black slugs as a gift.

Female Scent-Marking in the Suburbs

12791279 views00 comments00 favs

We watched through the plate glass window, like kids watching a mother guppy eat her young. A woman approached the sweaters but stopped suddently, as if she sensed the dark force Darth Vader projects in Star Wars movies.

The Band Name Is The Concert

12791279 views00 comments00 favs

We now bring to the stage ....