2099 6 1
|
To my right, blank stares interchange with closed eyelids on an unkempt face. The minutes drip into the endless sea of night outside the window, each time creating a deeper blackness.
|
209999
|
I don't think dogs like to die with the pack.
The smell of them rotting brings trouble in the wild,
|
209811
|
"Geez," I thought, "not only is this daredevil felon fellow my EXACT height and build — his co-conspiring gal-pal must be, too!" I exhaled what felt like a gallon’s worth of air though my nose. "This is just getting too fucking weird ..."
|
20982320
|
There's always a sound, something triggering the fear.
|
2098206
|
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.
|
209855
|
|
209884
|
... we both know how we go to fresh air like fish, gasping.
|
209855
|
Your voice is yearning,
Like a sad song on the radio,
A yarn spun to make hearts break.
|
209722
|
His birthday buddy was like a wife to him: they were born a day apart.
This was coordinated, he believe, in the womb. Well, to be more accurate, wombs. She was due two weeks earlier but waited; he two weeks later but cut his womb-time (as the kids call i
|
209700
|
At night, on these New England roads, there is no light, no pink sodium-vapor glow, no guideposts.
|
209700
|
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.
|
209763
|
Doc and I talked for several hours. When I told him Mona was pregnant, he turned his head and looked at me. “Who's the father?” he asked. Don't know, I said. Mona didn't know, either.
|
209761
|
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
|
209720
|
I made my way quietly out back and sat in Helga’s whitewashed porch swing, listening to the first faint sounds of big band music drift out of Helga’s open windows and into the cooling summer air. The darkness was moving in slow from the east, interrup
|
209652
|
this one was abandoned... a splinter left under the skin, pushed out by protective flesh
|
2096123
|
....sees the beginning of a new day through the closed shutters, hears the guard washing up at the sink, feels the beginning of a cry in his throat.
|
209620
|
The pizza was perfect, ingredients genuine, not artificial: crust charred slightly; cheese gooey; sauce steaming, requiring careful eating lest the mouth suffer burns. Such quality was becoming rare around town. The product in Manhattan, by and large,
|
209662
|
You longed to rip off her butterfly wings and watch her scream in agony. You ached to carve the steel from her eyes.
|
209500
|
Ai thought she was flying at first, but she felt herself leaning on something. Before she could figure out what was happening, her eyes closed again, and had a short dream.
|
209533
|
salmon
maple syrup
horseradish
smoke detector
the list read, scrawled in purple marker on the refrigerator door.
|
20952018
|
|
209558
|
Mama hung them everywhere. It started with just a few, in our apartment and outside on the brick. She made walls into windows.
|
20951911
|
No snippet to see, here. The piece is so short a snippet would be the whole thing.
|
209595
|
so for penance, the priest gave me the full twelve Stations of the Cross
|
209510
|
I am wearing stolen socks. Not because I haven't any of my own, and not because they are an exact fit. Only because they soothe my emptiness inside.
|
20942115
|
“Last night the Scots invaded Sweden,” I wrote, “to retrieve the silver filched from the Irish the Norwegians had in their coffers when Sweden conquered. The Swedes offered the Nobel to a Scots writer to keep ... the peace."
|
20941510
|
chet baker shades my eyes
rippling through the cool water
sometimes we feed the fish
|
209496
|
He was the kind of man that I would rather have declawed than date, and then leave him on a gurney, helpless and anaesthetized. Cliff Eames had made me feel that way since we were teenagers. He would never be helpless. …
|
2093122
|
...a blunt thrust of a face, uncongenial in profile, and the ubiquitous green cap that says John Deere, with the yellow ideogram of a deer for graduates of our local schools.
|
20931710
|
When I squint at her from across the table I can see the waveforms created by her carrier signal.
|
