2261 9 4
|
I think that I write toward death and to stave off death and to remember the dead and to address what is dead in me.
|
22612115
|
In the dread / of night, navigate by the sliver moon
|
226144
|
Fifi is one piece of work, from the Ann Coulter Tits-And-Ass Rattlesnake School Of Broadcasting Venom And Bullshit Like Goebbels...
|
226033
|
I got your card in the mail via my ex-wife in Saskatoon. On it you wonder where I am, if I am still writing, and if I have any stories I would send for you to look at because you think I should be published, too.
|
22601513
|
I ask because she's the animal person, not me. She understands animal behavior.
|
2259148
|
hunting after dark,/
in the quiet they seemed to appear/ with every new poem I read, each new workshop, some hunting carried on/ by both animals.
|
2258119
|
|
225830
|
They always referred to her as the possum woman back home. She scoured the streets just as the sun fell into deep slumber behind the sentinel, sun tanned shoulders of the mountains encircling small town anywhere.
|
22572424
|
|
225795
|
I guess it’s extremely difficult to be a decent human being in all aspects of your life.
|
225610
|
Sure, we'll look at the causes for the lack of smackers, but, really, if you had a Swiss bank account stuffed with dinero, you wouldn't care how much your spouse's sex-change operation costs or if your boss approved of your lunch-hour massages you receive
|
22561713
|
“You’re a hard habit to break,” I said. My tongue was flaring. Flirting with nurses was my father’s thing.
|
2256105
|
Philip Ahearn woke up in an empty field. Last night had been one hell of a party - he almost hooked up with Rosamund - and, at the time, it seemed wiser to crash outside than to drive and really crash. But he wasn't a kid anymore and sleeping on the…
|
225500
|
Kyo held her hand gently and stared at the bracelet as Brie explained everything that happened. It was painful to hear.
|
225593
|
Midway through the fall semester, an unremarkable girl in Professor Woody's Advanced Fiction workshop dyed her hair an unnatural shade of dark, changed her name to Tasmina, and turned in a story filled with made-up words.
|
225582
|
"Michael has had no drink, no cigarette, no illicit drug and very little illicit sex since September 14, 1989."
|
225472
|
Sylvia Plath killed herself while her children slept upstairs, breakfast ready at their doors. Anne Sexton wanted to do it, but Sylvia got there first, making Anne just a little less remarkable, although she tried often enough, her death like a song put on repeat. …
|
225431
|
I stumbled out of the Ten Bells pub, still a bit tipsy from the absinthe, but had a clear vision of what I wanted to have happen this night. The air was cold on my rosy cheeks, so I shielded my face…
|
225485
|
Sometimes you have to make sacrifices to get where you need to be.
|
22542515
|
Do you suppose you could make your female protagonist a salamander rather than a human?
|
225320
|
1. People avoided Mac, the Great White Hunter, which was how he liked to think of himself, even though he was not white. Mac was cocoa colored and stalked his prey nearly nude. The city was his…
|
225375
|
The base of the monastery before him, he let her go into a warm updraft and she cascaded out and up, never falling as she rode the tiger into her next.
|
22532013
|
A tiny story, 55 words, just enough to fit on a . . .
|
2252229
|
You don't make money worrying about other people's feelings. I learned that from my father at an early age. He managed rental properties, which I, his daughter, now own. He wanted a son, so I became one.
|
225260
|
|
225264
|
"...if Rosie O'Donnell were to attach a horn to her forehead, she'd move up the ranks as the deadliest creature in the world."
|
225163
|
“Hello, this is Natalie Silverman, I’ve been tying to get my prescription filled for over a week. ... Maybe you recall, you did my brain surgery last spring? I’m sorry that there’s still a balance of over eight thousand dollars. I hope you don’t hold tha
|
225100
|
So we waited for it to get dark. I smelled her there beside me against the tree, and fell asleep and dreamed of an unbombed stone church whose steeple was so high it pierced the clouds. It's time, came a voice from one of the back pews. “It's…
|
225195
|
During fifth grade, I was called /
closeted queer and tall faggot.
|
225152
|
He stands. Shoes for dashing, and he could dash, if the audience would stand for it, through one of two exits, beneath one of three wreaths. This year, the year of the Millennium, the wreaths seem dark and Germanic. The stage seems like a Great Hall set for a solitary…
|
