Most read stories

karmic youth

11531153 views22 comments00 favs

We were so easy, so willing to be drained, that to start making those puffed-up stories about us now, our courage, etc. would be purely misleading. Put a bottle, or glass of wine in our hand, and our panties flew off, and gladly we would have followed y

Arcana Magi Zero Arc 2 - c.5

11531153 views11 comment00 favs

Alysia saw her reflection in Suzaku’s eyes. There was an empty face looking back.

I never.

11521152 views33 comments11 fav

contemplatedshredding lettersfrom mybelated betterscauterizingsevered tethershorizoningmy ruffled feathers

The Enabler

11521152 views44 comments11 fav

I still see you lying on the tracks

Sic Transit

11521152 views22 comments00 favs

He was that famous actor—now famously forgotten—most renowned for his exits. He could burst through an in or out door with the best of them. Better than the best of them; he was the best of them. With the subtlety of his often noisy art he could…

Unnamed

11521152 views1212 comments1313 favs

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

Avoid Anything With an Ism

11521152 views55 comments33 favs

Communism Capitalism Gism or Gysm, either way Avoid anything with an Ism Catholicism Botulism Socialism Skepticism If its got an Ism in it Avoid it, okay? (Advice for our newborn daughter) Avoidalism is okay Though So you c

Brand

11521152 views77 comments55 favs

Nobody buying...

The Game Show Support Network

11521152 views22 comments11 fav

Those who have lost at game shows meet each week for mutual support. All is well, until they start disappearing in ways related to their ill-fated appearances as contestants.

Schadenfreude

11511151 views44 comments44 favs

It's 50/50 that you'll ever pad your knee enough to ever kneel on it. Your back hurts, the Orthapedist labels it arthritis. I think that means we're getting old, so I crawl up the tower of your body as I'm a little younger, more sprightly. You're a

Past Brutalities

11511151 views1212 comments1111 favs

Seven micros

Six Hours

11511151 views22 comments00 favs

My cell phone shakes; it’s my father’s voice calling my name - so far away - with long distance crackle and panic on the line.

Corpses

11511151 views66 comments00 favs

It was not my intent to be nosy. I just wanted to be the best neighbor I could be. Having never had anyone close growing up, I wanted to get involved and be a part of my community, such as it was. My only neigbhor was Edna Phelps. She was one…

Maybe Just One More Then

11511151 views66 comments33 favs

You don't deserve this poem and I don't deserve to write it. Whatever time we have left is way better spent sitting in a sunny garden with a good interesting book and with a beautiful golden delicious apple to bite into. But…

white lights

11511151 views88 comments66 favs

the little white lights i see mean many different things to me

Labor Day

11511151 views11 comment11 fav

The coals lose their glow.Sun kisses the back of my neck goodbye.Someone plays Boys of Summer one more time.The cooler tips... The tides go out...

A Story from the Diamond

11511151 views00 comments00 favs

A sweltering heat sits on the field like a fog failing to move. From the diamond, you were able to see the Chicago skyline poking above the apartment buildings like antennas, sending signals all throughout the world.

When the Sky Was Blue

11511151 views11 comment00 favs

Michael shifted impatiently as his mom steadied the gyrocycle above the parking space. A rather blank, empty smile came over her face, and Michael understood. The Proctors were everywhere and where they weren’t, there was always a Neighbor who would be h

Arcana Magi Zero Arc 2 - c.3

11511151 views00 comments00 favs

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

Act Of Contrition

11511151 views11 comment22 favs

I haven’t written a poem in months.

Still Single

11501150 views99 comments66 favs

“Yes, Mother, of course I’m still single. No, I haven’t joined the Army. No, I’m not moving back home.”

My Wife, the Registry of Motor Vehicles

11501150 views11 comment11 fav

We’ve been married for 24.1667 years now and–well–my wife was starting to remind me of a public building. The Registry of Motor Vehicles, to be precise.

On Strike in the City

11501150 views11 comment11 fav

The first day of the Steamfitters and Pipewranglers Local 175 strike was exhilarating. Every man (accurate; there were no women in the union) showed his support outside the Willgarden High Rise Corporation's company headquarters on Fifth Avenue, shaking unreadable signs…

Still Life with Dragonfruit and Absinthe Glass

11501150 views77 comments33 favs

Still Life with Dragon Fruit and Absinthe Glass ‚ Allgegenwart ist Einsamkeit. ‘. — Johannes Jakob Hrodebertsohn …And bright inside this space, though outside lightfall? The spillaging of streetlamps does not cross the…

The United States Of Ammunition

11491149 views33 comments33 favs

I check the NPR news app. The story about the shooting in Pittsburg has already been pushed off the homepage. There is an article about yellow fever in the 14th century, a potential ceasefire in Yemen, players protesting the national anthem, a plane crash

Saturdays with Satan: Desperately Seeking Evil

11491149 views00 comments00 favs

“Grow some fucking balls, Satan!”Did I just say that? To the prince of darkness?Yes. Yes, I did. Let me back up.*It was around 10:30 Saturday morning when the phone rang. I recognized the caller id.“Hi, Satan,” I said as I picked it…

The Way it Ought to Be

11491149 views22 comments11 fav

a rug burn tragedy.

another distance

11491149 views44 comments44 favs

only after you slipped away entirely

de gustibus non disputandum

11491149 views33 comments00 favs

those darn kids

The Heart

11491149 views00 comments00 favs

Oh, I cant stop singingThis human heart beatingWhat people say do not interest meAs much what goes on in their heartsThe heart is were they are really atNo matter what they saySome call it the IdSome call it the subconscious Some call in the willSome call it the…