1010 2 0
|
Saul Lies, 33 and uneager to lift his head off of the hair grease stained pillowcase that absorbed his mental anguish most nights, stayed in bed past noon
|
101032
|
I was sent here to perform the autopsy
on the norm, the status quo, the bourgeois.
|
101011
|
They used to send Steven a check in the mail every 2 weeks. It was the only thing he looked forward to, it was the only mail he ever got. When it stopped a month ago he thought maybe it was just a fluke, got lost in the mail, something like that...
|
1010127
|
Extrapolate, interpolate/
to add imaginary flesh//
to fragmentary bones.
|
101076
|
The terms of a broken heart, I guess I nevergot to read them. But they must besomething awful, something numbing, something no sane personwould ever agree to. You're already on the vergeof becoming nothing I can remember without a photograph beingshoved in my face. Like a…
|
101044
|
The scarred heart pumps its viscous blood.
|
100900
|
Most women simply don’t want damaged goods. That’s a fact I’ve been brought face to face with throughout my life. It's something you can continue crushing your brains against, like an impossibly high hurdle. At first you take the damage without unde
|
100911
|
|
100900
|
Danny was only ten years old when he first met the man in the suit. His machine looked like a plotter and it was, sort of, but also something of a plot device.
|
100911
|
I thought I would beThe standing champagne glassunmarked and gleamingThe sleeping silverParalleling matesInert as ChinaBut I was the catasleep on the rug
|
1009118
|
and skirts, lovely batiks, swirl around your ankles
|
100953
|
You shall hear, against your ear,
the beating of a circumcised heart.
|
100920
|
forsake glass; structure; light;
the impermanence of here,
or there, or you, or i.
|
100965
|
"MAN S FEET HAVE GROWN/SO BIG THAT HE/FORGETS HIS LITTLENESS"--DON MARQUISA Century of Art by Darryl Price"Man's feet have grown so big that he forgets his littleness."--Don Marquis Everything in this chummy little place talks to your face without stopping to…
|
100920
|
Still worried. I could use some more hope in my oatmeal.
|
100951
|
Every time I look at you there are two dumb mouths that slip between stretch marks.
|
100995
|
The pen point sits motionless on the paper...
|
100930
|
|
100951
|
Things had started to fall apart. And not only things — things that were meant to keep other things together. Three zippers in two months had fallen apart. I needed to connect.
|
100900
|
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.
|
100960
|
After too much
I had forgotten how to fly.
There was a small owl with me
on the old dirt road by the wind.
It was a very dark gray,
like an ash.
Its beak moved, it opened and shut,
opened and closed,
but I had also forgotten the language
|
100911
|
My grief is made up of
Demons fighting to
Claw their way first
Out of my eyes
|
100921
|
He fingered her lighter off the table during a party hoping she would come over and talk. She was just on the other side of the coffee table but the stereo was so loud, belly or dee lite or some other early 90's dance…
|
100830
|
Musing on female beauty I came up with this: it makes my dick hard. And if that's a bit crude, well, hell, I'm dead. Want to sue me? Back when the clans were at one with the earth, circa goo-gobs of long years B.C., female beauty meant…
|
100800
|
Our fingers, arms and toes slither over one another along the smooth crevices between muscle and bone like familiar childhood paths.
|
100856
|
Our world is a prism floating through its own rainbow smeared shadows in a desperate attempt to get caught. Our lives are in the carpets, the planks, the winds. Whatever has heard us, has not believed in us enough to rescue us from our own …
|
100862
|
Since then I have come to feel his absence and feel that it might be time to try and write about this again. I used to spend a great deal of time managing things on facebook for a very large group with over 10,000 members. While some might not understand
|
100800
|
Sea of indifference
Coming and going
Never committing
Like a fickle lover that erodes a hopeful heart
|
100800
|
The eater's pose extending the fork in hand toward the bowl wherein the appetizer lay readied. Salad, carefully configured for its purposes mixing vitality with pleasure which should not be differentiated, don't you agree? Colors selected for their…
|
100811
|
Oriana, much as she wanted to, did not sleep with Francesco, propriety ruled.
|
