Most read stories

Live a Little Again, With Me

917917 views22 comments22 favs

Soon you too will lie down with the sleep of rain, grown old by having lived through your youth, that is all. Lying from the side of your mouth so often that you take up lying on your side, to try getting an eyeful of the often slandered truth rig

Wild Oats v. Shredded Wheat

917917 views22 comments33 favs

Written across an old geezer’s sweatshirt At the Farmer’s Market in L.A.

Almost There

917917 views44 comments33 favs

On the phone I asked my mother how she was doing. “I’m getting old,” she said. “Going slow. But getting there. I’m ninety-four!” My mother was always 94, when she was really 93. I remember she was 93, right after she turned 92. And 92 when she was

song of the love atheist

917917 views11 comment11 fav

"chemical", love is/as long as saccharine is/served in coffees sweet . . .

Wet Moses Cement

917917 views33 comments33 favs

If you’re trying to carve wise sayings for eternity to read in a newly poured sidewalk you don’t want to be struggling for meaning while the cement is wet.

The Stuff Dreams Are Made Of

917917 views44 comments44 favs

Now your dreams are headed for the Rhyme or Reason Convention where they try to convince you you can do this Trying to make sense of everything

You Do Not Exult Over the Held-Out Heart

917917 views22 comments00 favs

You can’t know everything you want to know, about anyone. (Especially about me!) You can’t even know everything you want to know about Sharon, and I probably know more than you do. In fact, I’m sure I do. For instance, did you know about that guy

gravelortian part 2

917917 views22 comments11 fav

"you have plastic in you"

beginning

917917 views1515 comments88 favs

time lost in darkness

Eating Crow

917917 views33 comments22 favs

I stabbed a man at the Blue-Buick Bar and Grill. This may not be shocking news, all things considered. The man I stabbed didn't think it was all that shocking, even while it was happening. I'd had a lot of those energy drinks -- six or seven -- even before I'd puked…

I Knew Her Before She Was Kissy from Cadallaca, Even

917917 views00 comments00 favs

["Creed vs. discern" ... or ... "discern vs. creed"?]

Lemon Citron

916916 views66 comments66 favs

Here it comes at long last. We just can't do it like that again. We don't have the same time. But something's wanting something more to be more than this. Here it comes again. But you bailed on me the last time around. Went silent as a…

Original Sin

916916 views1212 comments99 favs

The sirens didn’t eat the sailors

Boring Boy

916916 views55 comments11 fav

Deslauriers taught that of the five derogatory items a girl could be—bitch, slut, tease, frigid, whore—tease was the worst. Having a German Shepherd at home protected Liz. My family had a cat, female and black.

Friend of Man

916916 views1818 comments00 favs

I don’t read. I don’t do the dishes. What am I? If I were more domesticated, I’d poop in the street. I’d lift my leg and pee on the bushes. I would chase after every ass in the hood and sniff them too. I wouldn’t fetch much. What am I? Wha

gravelortian part 8

916916 views00 comments00 favs

When I come to we are by the lake

Things You Should Know, By Heart, If You Must

916916 views44 comments33 favs

The light is always on in reality The Gelatinous Mass is not something made up By the Catholic Church And even though a small deer may have come to the side of the road once To lick the salt from your wounds There will definitely be cheap fish

Abstractions

916916 views00 comments00 favs

Sleeping at home gives an inkling's idea,of absent last abstractions. Muses surf unknown unknowns, through keyways of sidewalk approaches.And manifold techniques frame afoul light's fated But ultimate demise.When once of…

Kitchen Consciousness

916916 views00 comments00 favs

she's bent over and reaching into the oven to pour fat over a chicken. I just want to tug those pants down and thrust.

The Tesseracts

915915 views44 comments22 favs

From 'Excelsior' (fifth section) - a poem in 9 parts. So this is what begins at thirty? Thirty-five, And waiting. Those make love with water mildly, they That sink and skim the tide's meridian fingers: Brown swans that bob the blue orb's plumbing sheer. So this has…

Soft Serve

915915 views22 comments22 favs

Smooth slope-topped plateaus Turn liquid as latex, With ridgelines of pearls That separate and run At the rigidly textured Patterned wafercone. Edible scepter, Its liquefying cap Is strictly temporary And mostly…

Bum on a Stoop in Paris with a Bald Head in the Rain

915915 views44 comments11 fav

Bum on a Parisian stoop begging with his big Jackson Pollack bare head in the rain The water running in streaks all over his brain Reminding him of a painting He once thought of Keep going, you’re coming back again. Get out of the car wrec

On Fox River

915915 views33 comments33 favs

We were at Fox River and I was in the dark water, swimming naked beside Rick DeMille, with my light skin glowing as we swam up behind you and Sharon in your dad’s ski boat sitting silent in the water. And I could hear her whimpering, “Oh, Jesus!” when

Sunlight Falling Directly On Her Body

915915 views22 comments22 favs

The fine blond hairs lift slightly along the skin of your arms As you nod, listening to him. The veins On your arms standing up as well I was caught in an off moment because of your skin Because of the way moisture beads up on it The youthful fi

and dark blood flowed out of our youth

915915 views00 comments00 favs

I remember this shot taken of you in a bright blue summer dress, with your arms spread out, leaning against a wood fence near the beach, or by Lincoln Park maybe, your thin body leaning back and long blonde hair down bare arms. Other men will remember h

cities like sepia and the second half of the dusk

915915 views00 comments00 favs

The source of things has broken open and that is why everything is around and about. I keep trying to tell you that but you don't believe it. No worries. If you are self-actualized and going in a routine, well, such is well enough. But I am telling you that I…

I Heard You Like the Back Seat Too, Honey: Song

915915 views11 comment11 fav

They met at a bar They didn’t get far They went to her car Then back to the bar He played guitar She was a rock star They met at a bar They didn’t get far Well, I heard you liked the back seat too, Honey I heard that you liked to h

The Thank You Parade

915915 views44 comments33 favs

Let's go now with those precisely marching shiny cloud band members, so eagerly clanging their golden sleeves togetherover there in the valley of new light, for instance. They can lift wholeoceans up, like baby children, for a seriesof smooches, all of…

Pirate

915915 views22 comments00 favs

“So, I’m watching the feed from Garowe and, by Allah, there’s a picture of Mohamed Guled, I can’t believe it, with a rocket launcher.

Spiritual Awareness

914914 views22 comments11 fav

Amir was a ghost, and he was terrible at it. No one had taught him how to be a ghost. There was no orientation, no welcome packet, no handbook. Ghosts started in limbo with only a name, and nothing else.