1974 2 3
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My father's hands were huge. His left knuckles gashed as a kid when he rode his bike too close to a moving train. When his fingers fisted around a glass, the scarred joints bulged from his grip like blind eyes.
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1974 12 8
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Cousin Rudy pulled up a cod /
out of season /
we were rigged for haddock, /
it was dressed for the weather
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1973 21 11
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" trout hovered in a sun-dappled pool"
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1972 7 3
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Ancient erections loom aloft
ringed by decades
centuries for some
in gnarled scabs of pine.
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1972 6 6
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The light, oblique and waning, filters through butcher’s paper to reveal a body suspended in death but never decomposing.
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1972 14 13
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Are you interested in a new account?
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1972 12 11
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I learned to love what we had: the long, bright days, the water all around us, and even their slithery bodies, which somehow never dried under the pounding sun.
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1972 21 18
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Millie was a good woman, Bobby said. A good Christian woman. Well, I said, you can’t hold that against her.
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1971 18 7
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the heat and energy it takes
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1971 20 4
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It's supposed to resemble the sea bed. These fish have never seen the outside of an aquarium and even if they had, they are reef fish, they'd probably get the bends and die if they went to the bottom of the ocean where the chances of them finding a cerami
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1970 2 1
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The dump smelled of the chaos of creation, of rusting metal and burned glass, chemicals and rancid rainwater, wet cardboard and rotting wood, paint slaking off clapboards and drums.
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1970 23 12
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You, the correct Other, the one I am looking for, you have exacting standards concerning where things must go.
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1970 2 1
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The diner was half filled with the loose ends of humanity that stayed up until five in the morning. We picked a booth by the window. The light in the diner was a dingy yellow, and the seats were that lobster-red vinyl that could only have been installe
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1970 14 15
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A crone dressed in black pours liquid from a bottle onto the egg. Whiskey. Gasp! The egg cooks before our eyes!
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1970 6 1
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I am coming to understand how many memories of my father involve him, driving
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1969 17 15
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Sometimes he made us punch pillows. "Harder!" the shrink would yell.
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1969 2 0
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Berto had come to live with me a month earlier. He’d been cursed by being the favored child of our parents. Their indulgence resulted in a 40 year old man and heroin addict from age 17 and all that accompanies such an existence such as thievery, larcen
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1969 1 1
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I read the runes, the cards, the signs, the sticks. I consulted tarot cards and read tea leaves. I listened to you, deconstructed every word and look and tone with the harshest logic and cynicism I could muster. If there was some way to decipher what you
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1969 11 2
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I carried him home, all blood and brains, and set him in the ground. Is that love, George?
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1969 1 1
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You are fishing in a coffee cup. (Your fishing pole is a record player.)
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1969 18 11
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She hardly twitches. Her face regards the stars. If her body is an object, it is the isthmus before global warming.
They want to find the source of the glacier in her eyes that is always melting. Maybe they like a woman who cries.
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1969 12 4
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Shadows skipped across the bedroom wall at 80 km/hour. It wouldn't be so bad if people wouldn't use their high beams but it's the price you pay for living on a dark highway with low property taxes. “How do you sleep in here?”…
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1969 3 2
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Knowing this is too long for here I won't be crushed or enraged if no one has the time to read it. Also, it's not fiction.
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1968 10 7
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He shows me how lift the windshield wipers up, clean under them, put them down and I follow him around, watch him slap the sham over the van, pull it away, slap again. I do the same, stop every few minutes like Daddy does, hold it out, twist, wring the sh
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1968 6 4
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When Quince came rolling up into my front yard that morning, we were up to our neck in August, staring down a seventh-grade year that had crept perilously close when we weren’t looking. I’m thirty-five years clear of it now, and I can still sense Texas on
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1968 1 0
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The sun browbeat me relentlessly, like a one-eyed judge with an unforgiving heart.
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1968 2 2
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The difficulty of disabled parenting was predictable,
but nothing could prepare me
for having to say goodbye to my wife again
on problem #7.
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1968 7 6
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BERT AND ERNIE -- THE PRE NUPBy Roz Warren and Janet GoldenInspired by a recent Supreme Court decision, Bert and Ernie are finally going to tie the knot! Their just signed pre-nup was leaked to us by a Muppet whose identity we've promised not to reveal, in…
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1968 5 3
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You’ve gathered in church to wait for Jesus. Unarguable signs have let you know this is the day. This is the day of the second coming. This is Judgment Day.
It was a no-brainer to wait at the church.
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1967 13 11
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i was jus countin' your heartbeats, Emmie
and you know what?
i think they's the same as mine!
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