2101 8 6
|
His middle name was Perceval. He judged the first Miss America contest in 1922. He saw himself primarily as a storyteller in the Dickensian mode.He claimed to be an illustrator rather than an artist. He disliked driving but loved to walk, and preferred…
|
210085
|
As long as he could still take the stairs, he would go down there to be with the memories that each piece held. He knew that their time was about up, because his was too. His wife had already gone, and even before that she had long stopped using the washe
|
210000
|
He heard her crying out behind the curtain that had been drawn around the bed. Each cry was more strained than the last. She complained about the burning, called the nurses "putane" and threatened to rip out the device they'd inserted into her. He sat t
|
210086
|
Years After she can go home.
|
209962
|
Erwin came into the kitchen through the back door and went straight to the sink to clean up. Black mud and dried blood crusted his fingertips and caked the callused whorls of his knuckles. He used the round of strong-smelling soap he kept for…
|
209932
|
...and 55 words to tell you about it.
|
20992712
|
Borges must be so proud somewhere
|
209974
|
When they called him down there to the morgue to identify the body, he drove behind the wheel of his truck like some steady maniac on a long haul. The Ford 150 cried out for new shocks, but that hardly mattered. Mud plastered side panels and…
|
20991310
|
I need a different storage solution
|
209962
|
her heart just nodded knowingly
....yes, dear
|
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 ..."
|
209866
|
I hope you'll have the time to read this before your attention wanders.
|
209822
|
Why is the ghost of John Lennon haunting a house in rural Oregon?
|
209882
|
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
|
209788
|
You just watch, the schoolteachers’ll be next and then you’ll see shit go down. Imagine what happens when a fifth-grader sees his teacher getting frog-marched through a crowd on YouTube.
|
20973013
|
I had felt suddenly lighter and next thing I knew I was watching Leonard Tucker and Sister William from somewhere near the ceiling. I saw myself, too, at my desk, holding my songbook out in front of me like everyone else.
|
20971915
|
as long as you have some snacks up there
I can be brave
|
209701
|
Jimmy Gollihue awoke to the howling of a bloodhound, a long voice from up the mountain, and the baying of the dog pulled a keening lament from his dream of the highway.
|
20971616
|
There's a mirror in front of me and I thought it was so I could see myself, but I didn't want to see me.
|
20962015
|
over tea & saltineshe read melike an obituary
|
2096128
|
She was a beautiful woman. I don't argue with that. I welcome it.
|
209672
|
A lowing cow cracked open the darkened room like the yawn of a gravid alien.
|
209634
|
Out the window is an empty birdbath, dry flaky concrete ring, no birds.
|
2096127
|
It was only when blood began to drip onto the page that he realized he'd been hit.
|
209688
|
I know now, how she moves without verbs
after you crushed her into the river.
|
2096147
|
You were given blame for action as experience by cause and effect now. If you take apart blame and even forgiveness is too rigid. She thinks of that purpose as to give men sexual destiny.
|
209600
|
Momo told me not to mind her, but I did. At night, after he'd tucked me in, I could hear him on the phone in the living room, talking for a long time. Early this morning he woke me up and gave me my backpack. ‘Put some clothes in here', he said. ‘We're going on a trip.'
|
20952416
|
Veiled by tenuous clouds and dirty air,
|
2095911
|
The understanding we made was neatly wrapped up in its own blue tissue cocoon like a neatly rolled joint and dumped unceremoniously into the forgotten past like a plate of leftover digitized lies. The lid was slammed shut. Time passes too tightly. And you …
|
209585
|
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.
|
