2296 14 6
|
"Are you all right?" I ask. He blinks. He sits up. I help him stand. He looks sorrowfully at his coffee cup, which is on the floor.
|
229573
|
Bike shops, vintage shops, after hour bar shops
|
229577
|
...I had a string of Sunday School medals that knighted me a warrior for Jesus Christ of Nazareth...
|
229474
|
Katie loved butterflies. Katie loved daisies. Mainly, Katie loved presents.
|
2294139
|
You generated coal light from your gait as easily as the new sun crawls through a sleepy forest, without worry over hot spillage, or who might be horribly blinded or grossly revealed or given visions in that rare moment of wet earth and…
|
229476
|
Eating Grief at Bickford's · From Allen Ginsberg's “Kaddish” There are no places anymore Where I can sit at a threadbare table Pick at the crumbs on my plate And wipe The white dust From my pitch …
|
229464
|
On the Shore, Tel Aviv, Winter 1974
From the Songs of Crazy Dolores
|
229372
|
The day I got out of prison the sun was shining.
|
2293176
|
A young man pushes a stroller filled with a sleepy child. A young woman strides alongside them, her gait leisurely. They are the first to visit the park today. The trees loom, vigilant.
|
229300
|
“Regard this inkblot,” the Psych says to Worker 168. “What do you see?” Worker 168, a thin young women wearing overalls, peers at the inkblot. “I see a beautiful summer day,” she says. “A young woman, wearing a flowing dress, sits…
|
2292107
|
The birds were stacked up in the branches of a pine tree behind the feeder. Several were sitting on the fence. “They’re massing,” she said.
|
229262
|
In the morning, Alan woke with only a half hour before he had to be at work. He pulled his clothes out of the dryer and folded them on the top of the washing machine. On the side of table he noticed, in among people’s old, stray socks, a button like one
|
229241
|
She didn’t say yes, but she didn’t say no. She didn’t say anything. So I helped her to the car and we didn’t talk along the way.
|
22911813
|
A woman with spirit appeals to men who fish because she is still alive.
|
22911917
|
Jake remembers that Amy told him once that she thought that somehow he would always be a part of her life. That was before she went to Spain and married an American bull fighter.
|
229172
|
You look just like your mom
she says
I LOL her and say, funny
cuz you look just like yours
|
229163
|
Now it turns out, the story doesn’t begin with the butterfly lady, herself, but with her brother.
|
2291146
|
No beeping of horns, just complete silence. No panic, just calmness. There’s this one word: serendipity.
|
2291122
|
Frankie married me during my theory stage. I hadn’t known her long.
|
229042
|
I watched haunted as my pearl tooth circled the rotten porcelain sink. I could feel my hair thinning and my pale skin suddenly felt too loose.
|
2290157
|
A retired feminist literary agent named Jackie and her boyfriend, Jock, were on board. Jock was kind as one might expect of a man traveling with a feminist, and Jackie was happy yet stern. She mentored me one day over lunch.
|
229076
|
The protagonist’s story goes like this:
1.) You are young. You’ll get over it.
|
22903316
|
It was a year of red, white, and blue bell bottoms, chokers, and mini-skirts. It was not a decade of pink stretch pants, pink sweatshirts, and pink snowsuits.
|
2290146
|
The winter following their son's death, Mr. Kelly's wife became absorbed by the tracks that ran in back of their house. At any given hour in the night, he'd hear her in the next room, their son's old room where she now slept, shuffling through dresser drawers. He…
|
2290159
|
A lot of people are like this--they thrive on On conflict My bartender is that way-she likes the Confrontation She wants to fight and argue and haggle And I never related to this In anyone Well, people are scared, or pretend to be Scared at the bar. Some…
|
22893113
|
“I liked you best in Choke–you were sexy in a lazy, sort of ‘70s way.”
|
228921
|
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
|
22891511
|
For one glittering moment
|
228900
|
The man with the truncheon emerged at the monorail car's forward connecting doorway. One moment the space was vacant, a faux metal canvas for the dazzling sunlight streaming through a grime-encrusted window. When next Theseus Harrow looked up from his seat the dark-suited…
|
228911
|
Who knows how long I have been crouched here, tied down by kelp and thin vines, trading laments with animals? They all look terrified.
|
