Most read stories

A Nice Girl Is Like Powder

12231223 views22 comments33 favs

A nice girl is like powder, quick to anger, fresh, impudent, too quick to know what expletives fate speaks. It was a cold year for trash talk and sheer silk. And yes, the fox was smoking, who could attract or irritate a nice girl with the same look, a wom

Good LAWD does that look like Malarky!

12231223 views00 comments00 favs

Tough shit if it looks like shit I heard that voice say as I reviewed my blog...How ya gonna fix it, stop and see every time ya write a line? Well FUCK YOU anyway! That's what my A.D.D. said - WOW! DID YOU SEE THAT?! - as it perched upon one shoulder, overlooking…

Wonder as the Sum of All My Ignorance

12231223 views33 comments22 favs

Questions unanswered proliferate/ across the April sky, blue// with wisps of cirrus white.

Life Sentence

12231223 views22 comments00 favs

“I believe it is some form of primitive recreation with a board and wheels,” the one and a half eyed orange blob said with an Australian accent.

Nicotine Clouds and Depleting Oxygen

12221222 views22 comments00 favs

I spent the summer of 2001 in disguise;

Out in the Street

12221222 views44 comments11 fav

As kids, we grew up in a city that we swore was suburbia. Nearly every street had a few houses with a kid or two that was missing their front teeth. There were kids we knew well and kids we'd wish we'd known but they lived a few…

Necessary Subterfuge

12221222 views33 comments11 fav

I'm very worried that you'll find some reason to leave me so I tend to act overly assertive and dominant due to my insecurities but I hope you understand that this is for your own good and soon you'll know how much I love you

Intensive Seminar Helps Cat Poets Sharpen Their Claws

12221222 views66 comments11 fav

With a notch in his ear from an honor-mad fight And a tail that is shorter than at last sunlight.

deserts wept freely over you

12221222 views77 comments33 favs

You had that quietness by nature (unusual in men) that I was attracted to. You were like some body of water, wide and more spiritual than anyone I knew. You could have taken me with you when you flew. I know you were more like a bird than any of the oth

“Because a man has read a book does not mean he is a wise man”

12211221 views22 comments11 fav

That night in the stable the three wise men were the only ones who had read books. All the rest became victims of circumstance. Characters amazing in their own right. To be written and talked about for centuries. Totally…

Playground

12211221 views66 comments22 favs

The Keds-stubbed grass, toy trucks without wheels, and Band-aids threaded in the sand… Most parenting is vigilance. Seconds ahead of its own sound, a passenger jet spears the heights not far above the treetops, …

He'd Risen Up

12211221 views11 comment22 favs

“Where did this come from?” Greenblatt snapped as he pulled a pamphlet from his coat pocket with the words “Jews for Jesus” on it.

Semiotics For Sale

12211221 views00 comments00 favs

Buy random DNA on the open market and drive a poisoned stake into the heart of darkness.

2 Poems featuring A Century of Art

12211221 views66 comments55 favs

"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…

Arcana Magi Zero Arc 2 - c.3

12211221 views00 comments00 favs

All Karin did was watch from the street. No movement. No reaction. She just watched.

FIREWORKS

12211221 views22 comments00 favs

It's eight fifteen in the morning, my favorite time to call, and a guy named Ernie DeCampo answers the door in his work pants and a t-shirt. “Good morning, Mr.De Campo,” I say. “Do you have any fireworks in your home?” …

One Sentence

12211221 views00 comments00 favs

The summer we were fourteen we snuck out of our houses...

yesterday/today

12201220 views1313 comments88 favs

bones and shuttered windows

Quit Complaining, Willya!

12201220 views00 comments00 favs

"You think life is supposed to be easy? Whoever told you that? My life is anything but easy; still you don't hear me whining all over the place. And, trust me, I could teach you a thing or two about suffering.

Drunk, There are Cymbals for Everything

12201220 views00 comments00 favs

On the way back from New Jersey this afternoon, my dad kept pressing “seek” on the radio dial so he could find WBLS, which we listened to last night, also on our way back from New Jersey. I was driving last night because I wanted to and because I think my dad…

Reunion

12201220 views22 comments11 fav

You’d think we all would have learned something in our hearts since the towers fell, he thought, as Amy slid away from him. You had to get some perspective on the city, some view from outside, far outside, maybe from space, which would have afforded them

Beauty Fell Through the Roof

12201220 views88 comments66 favs

Yet tenderness resided here among the canvases, the tubes of paint, brushes, and candle wax; the splatters of discarded ideas. We made love the way people said prayers

The Emancipated One

12201220 views33 comments33 favs

The town was wet from storms and the church was full while the priest gave an exegesis. The world outside did not bother with words or cleverness busy as it was with the real wisdom of its own natural cycles. During the night before, many sheets of rain arrived…

Robin Eggs

12201220 views1010 comments77 favs

"The sheriff's mother-in-law made the smoothest 'shine in the county."

When I Met Sally

12191219 views11 comment11 fav

When I met Sally I was all Unsuspecting Of what powers Might be found In this world and In a woman.

Skins of my past

12191219 views33 comments11 fav

The past follows, battered, bruised, always behind

The Year of the Horse

12191219 views1212 comments77 favs

“She's the year of the horse,” Metri said as he peeled his dirty head from the bed, his hair was as matted as a racoon tale. It was as wild as a wild animal and smelled like body odor with a hint of blood. He slid his scabbed hands up to his chest as if to…

A Day In The Life

12191219 views44 comments11 fav

I stood at a workbench for eight hours a day, scraping various shapes and bits of metal fresh from the machinist’s press, plotting my escape.

Your dog, or hazelnut gelato - which would it be?

12191219 views66 comments00 favs

It’s hard to lose. Harder than you think. I guess the ultimate question is: If I had to give up one thing, my dog, or hazelnut gelato, which would it be? I’ll tell you, between those two, it would have been easy to choose. But losing you, that was a who

Unnamed

12191219 views1212 comments1313 favs

The child was delivered, set to breathing, and whisked away before Fae Anne could even catch a glimpse of her.