1230 0 0
|
I can’t move - I try to move my arms - I try to move my legs - If I can scream then that will wake me up - I scream
|
123032
|
And then I heard
“Yea, for I have seen the Father
The Son, and the Holy Toast”
Okay now, something up was weird
|
123000
|
I wrinkled my face up
in the glare and warmth of the sun.
I baked easy in the hovering heat
and my spot-speckled skin ate
up the rays and swallowed deeply.
|
123065
|
"Time is an ocean, but it ends at the shore. You may not see me tomorrow."--Bob DylanThey're writing poems, but not for me. Guess I'll write one for my own. For nobody that I know now. It's a pretty lonely world for someone who sings, not you, not with…
|
123010
|
I think of particles exploding, coming back together like some physics experiment I don’t know the name for. “Large Hadron Collider,” you say. But that’s not what I mean.
|
123021
|
How does Bandie feel about snakes? This is my thought. What good is a serpent without venom?
|
123000
|
What can I say about the Internet It's one of the best inventions since the TV set It's a place you can do research and shop A place where you can sell everything from shoes to stock You can go to rooms and chat And meet some nice people or some that seem…
|
122985
|
I do that now. And I shiver. My mom's eyes don't seem to have any expression. They look lifeless. Her eyes look...
dead.
Stop it, Alison, I tell myself. You're being stupid.
|
122965
|
If you want to be a writer, just write stuff.
|
122922
|
The rain falls soft after a hard weekend.
|
122941
|
She sees her first husband on the bathroom floor, ingrained in the wood.
|
1229147
|
The will to make/
remains
|
122953
|
Hey Sledge!
Yo.
Did you know Socrates hated the idea of writing thoughts down? He said it weakened the memory…made us lazy.
Say wha?
That's why he never wrote a book. The only way we know about him is through his student Plato's writing. St
|
122996
|
Captain Nemo never died./
He cruises all the seven seas/
below the waves in Nautilus 2,
|
122943
|
I'm looking for the perfect/passage, a safe, sound/jettison to now.
|
122900
|
The woman wrings her hands again and again, reaching up to place one under her chin, then to her cheek as though there is some pending trepidation no one else can see...
|
122974
|
I leave the 29
to go after the 1
|
122900
|
Made sense then, should have written it down - But I fell back to sleep instead
|
122900
|
CHAPTER ONE About nine-thirty P.M. on Friday night, Mary Fowler pushed her grocery cart through the double sliding glass doors. It was three weeks before Christmas. The sun had set and the temperature had begun to cool rapidly in…
|
122922
|
The urban-abused Chevy looked older than its seven years.
|
1228104
|
There’s not enough time because we come back to the things we never learn and forget them.
|
1228126
|
I could have a minor stroke.
|
122833
|
I am from slow diagnoses, impatience and parents skeptical of New York City doctors. I am from tall buildings, yogurt shakes, and envy for my brother's asthma machine. I am from here, stay away from there, don't get too close, be careful at the edge, the…
|
122810
|
Handsome are the houses,effigies in synthetic stucco: prosperity divinedbehind parted walls. Behold the ersatz simplicityof the residential subdivision, contrived construction inline and line and line. …
|
122833
|
He chose her for the way she could, Eyes closed, nose to the air, Find her way North. North was where the wind stopped And held them in its grip, safe. Broken. He chose her for the way, fur against Her collar, she could coax seal…
|
122800
|
When the village slept, the men came knocking.
|
122851
|
He sneezed Hit the wrong buttonDidn't mean to kill him,but he didHeld onto me then, cryingand could not stopI feel so awful, he sobbedHe was asking for mercyAnd I meant to say, "yes,I will spare your life,"but I hit the kill buttoninsteadIt was an accidentHoney, it's just a…
|
122800
|
That is then and the devil reigns in the here and now.
Tonight I am the barfly and tomorrow I die.
|
122843
|
The way I figure it, mom wasn't worth a shit. I'd cry when she hit me but she'd just keep pounding. When I was seven, she burned a hole in my back. It happened one day at the fair. We were walking around. She didn't have any money so all we could do was walk. I had…
|
122854
|
After all our morals
And ethics of distrust
Have been ripped out
And discussed
There’s still the Meat Lady
At the end of the day
Standing around
in the midst of the crowd
Handing out her meat
In little morsels
on a toothpick
Af
|
