2174 20 6
|
The book has known many women’s hands, something erotic and frequently checked out from our local library. Its cover depicts a man and a woman, both with improbable if not impossible bodies. I believe the term is bodice-ripper.
|
21741615
|
• Don’t confuse the virtues of bananas with the virtues of banana bread
|
2174128
|
She was a beautiful woman. I don't argue with that. I welcome it.
|
2174127
|
It was only when blood began to drip onto the page that he realized he'd been hit.
|
217484
|
... we both know how we go to fresh air like fish, gasping.
|
2174169
|
Sometimes you can't sleep.
|
217441
|
“There’s cheap land at Cudlee Creek perfect for breeding long-haired rabbits,” he added. “They can’t jump high so fencing costs are low.”
|
217342
|
Here’s the story as compiled from the scantest of clues: The writing on the back of a stall door in the restroom of a twenty-four hour restaurant under the Gowanus Expressway.
|
217300
|
[continued from part one...]After sweeps, my schoolwork started to slip. I had trouble paying attention in class, and my workbooks and tests came back from the teacher marked in ketchup red ink. I had always been a good student, and this academic…
|
217300
|
Alysia stopped for a moment. She knew what she was going to say, but held back her words and thoughts. Chisame took advantage of her hesitance.
|
217341
|
Approaching the kitchen from the foyer the reverb lessened until heel and floor where flint on flint. No spark was made.
|
217322
|
There are worse things than getting your ass kicked by a 12 year old Puerto Rican kid. This was exactly my thinking as he stood over me, his pre-pubescent screams sounding like a baby Bruce Lee, preparing to finish me off.
|
2172108
|
"good luck, and be assured acceptance for representation or publication is based on different criteria at different agencies and we are sure you will yet find someone mentally deficient enough to give your book a shot."
|
21722015
|
over tea & saltineshe read melike an obituary
|
217292
|
“Dad’s a dick,” my sister said. I nodded. He threw $20 on the candy counter for one small bag of popcorn and told the girl to keep the change.
|
217254
|
You can’t take a chandelier on an emergency dash across a nuclear desert.
|
217261
|
I can feel the souls
of those who perished
here
They’re still here
like old kites
hanging in the sky
tattered, but they
won’t come down
or can’t come down
just yet
because they haven’t
fulfilled their
unborn promises
t
|
217262
|
You longed to rip off her butterfly wings and watch her scream in agony. You ached to carve the steel from her eyes.
|
217240
|
Let whoever may read this know: I am an evil man, and I have done evil things.
|
21721314
|
I don't know if we'll meet again in the sea of light. Circumstances aren't only up to human beings. After all maybe it's all drunk circumstance, but that doesn't answer the blinding question, it only poses some more. This is…
|
217152
|
this one was abandoned... a splinter left under the skin, pushed out by protective flesh
|
217164
|
I put my arms around her and whisper to her while she plays the piano. She wiggles and tells me to stop it.
|
217158
|
Mama hung them everywhere. It started with just a few, in our apartment and outside on the brick. She made walls into windows.
|
217185
|
On the table the image is by Chardin but the puzzle is by someone else and that is what he has dumped out of the box.
|
217144
|
Eventually, all the windows on the street went dark, each small house cloaking its occupants in a world unto itself, soundproofed and emotionally remote.
|
2171104
|
"I sighed heavily. 'Goddamn it...' I spat under my breath. 'Every motherfucking time..."
|
217134
|
Out the window is an empty birdbath, dry flaky concrete ring, no birds.
|
217100
|
The number 25 double-decker bus threads its way through the narrow two-lane streets. Coughing and burping without a hint of embarrassment, it carries us from the train station, with its cheerful round clockface and neat front of red brick, over the weepin
|
217182
|
My dad drove a Model A Roadster
and had a photo taken of him on a hunting trip up in Wisconsin
with one leather boot up on the running board
and a .22 caliber pistol in his hand
like Ernest Hemingway and Clark Gable rolled into one
My dad ro
|
217185
|
I could love them all, your people, /
Learn their differences, speak their tongues, /
When there is no one there to hold you /
But me, my arms would be wide enough /
To hold armies of your need. Do not forget.
|
