1256 23 8
|
but all I can give them now are air hugs
|
1256 3 3
|
When he was 24 he ran away with a girl, forgot about his little office job in the city, went with her to the mountains, just the two of them, to live out a life of romance that a chalk box like the metropolis can’t give you—
|
1256 4 0
|
Fire and ice undo me. I am born again, born again through the burning ice and biting flame. Listlessly floating cinder-like on lost cusps of wind that multiply with every with every single with every single breath. Spitfire grail and…
|
1256 5 1
|
Every time I look at you there are two dumb mouths that slip between stretch marks.
|
1256 3 3
|
I grew up in a little red house filled with books. Both of my parents love to read, and the proof piled up in every room. Current books in the bedroom. Books from the last ten to twenty years in the living room and kitchen. Old books from their childhood and college days on…
|
1256 1 0
|
Sometimes I think our gathering is a ritual centered on collective visualization. Other times I feel like I have been physically transported. I am not sure there is a difference.
|
1256 6 5
|
You better read the papers
If you don’t understand
Cause as of last night
I’m a one-man band
You’d better walk through water
With your boots on fire
Cause Baby I don’t think
I can take this any higher
You’d better find out what I dr
|
1256 0 0
|
He knew she’d spend the day furiously scrubbing the best she could too, despite the hot house in the middle of a Southern Summer, and despite no matter how hard she tried, the place would always look filthy.
|
1256 0 0
|
People think being the best-selling author of the Pokey Little Bunny™ series of children’s books is nothing but cream-filled cupcakes, but they’re wrong.
|
1255 2 2
|
The rain falls soft after a hard weekend.
|
1255 4 2
|
I had laid my hand down hard upon a long forgotten shard of an old coke bottle.
The cut is deep.
|
1255 2 1
|
“You take the woman, you get her records,” Dean said, and he didn't seem the least bit troubled by the Streisand album.
|
1255 1 0
|
Around sunset or sometime after, we are on the futon talking about dream lives and cancers. He asks me about my ideal living situation, my ideal career, my ideals in general. I would be a turtle, I say. I would travel and have a home I could always go to, I could always be…
|
1255 0 0
|
Transhumanism has always had its malcontents usually derived from some philosophic contestation, but for all their thought experiments, somehow my present situation eluded them.
|
1255 3 2
|
He doesn't tell her that he is married, and that his five year old daughter who is living at your house has a mother back in that same city
|
1255 5 1
|
|
1255 2 0
|
I thought that was the last day of the world (when I floated up near your ceiling,) but it was the first. I thought I had seen the worst. But that was nothing. I know you had no idea what was coming when I first met you. But when we looked in each other
|
1255 4 4
|
The world's anxious fire breathing mob still wants in, but they don't know what in the smoke they are looking for. They aren't really thinking in that intellectual direction. All these wonderful, friendly books you see do not hold the answer or…
|
1255 4 4
|
The scarred heart pumps its viscous blood.
|
1254 3 3
|
|
1254 2 2
|
By the basement washtubs, I watched him skin a squirrel:
|
1254 16 7
|
“Time is inalterable. We can only offer an altered perception of time. And what better way to do that than by offering altered timepieces?
|
1254 1 1
|
You think about bears and it gives you a headache? Don’t give them that power.
You see bears and it gives you a headache? Don’t run. Don’t walk but don’t run.
|
1254 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
|
1254 16 8
|
I'm panicking trying to think of the next line in this poem
|
1254 2 2
|
Why should you
go through that
for me?
|
1254 9 3
|
How many extinctions can we claim?/
Is someone keeping score?/
Somebody needs to keep the score
|
1253 7 5
|
|
1253 2 0
|
I have one, but I want another,
A little greedy perhaps.
She's my obsession, my indiscretion,
My little judgment lapse.
|
1253 2 1
|
Before the new arm, I used to sit outside the players' facility and wonder, in between the throbs of pain pulsing sickly through my temples, how much longer I could be a hockey player.
|