2054 2 2
|
Most nights while in his sleep, with his one good eye deeply shut, the old man can hear the whispers of the specter in the remote wanderings, holding the surrounding woodlands in its snare. The sound of it closing in, with the bones of the universe crushing in…
|
20542310
|
An Ayurvedic astrologer tells her that she is a child of India. Is a girl born in Indiana a mistake of just two letters on a Scrabble board?
|
205441
|
I think theorems and hypotheses
but all that comes out is punching and smashing
frustrated hate flows where I'd prefer to know love.
|
20533013
|
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.
|
2053128
|
She was a beautiful woman. I don't argue with that. I welcome it.
|
2053105
|
The waters rose / on the earth
|
2053127
|
It was only when blood began to drip onto the page that he realized he'd been hit.
|
205395
|
. . . the greater length of the so-called “Montebaldi Corridor” can still be walked without the least exposure to direct sunlight as long as the traveler is not active from 9 am to 3 pm local time.
|
205200
|
Face it girls, you want to claw my eyes out, don’t you? Or whack me across my 36 DD’s with a golf club, am I right? Well don’t blame me if I’m young, gorgeous, full-breasted and obviously the cat’s meow.
|
205222
|
one numberless character, an army of rants marching one by one, sand by sand, we move mountains this way…
|
2052165
|
Her eyes stared wide with panic, her teeth chattered intermittently with impressive intensity, and with her ineffectual stabs at the air she completed the portrait of distracted mania.
|
20522618
|
Rothko explored horizons,/
blurring figure and ground/
by omitting the figure.
|
205297
|
the observation, at the end, more/
important than the being there—
|
205163
|
At night, instead of sleep, there were new and secret pleasures. Half-awake lessons in dexterity, in the limber material of human life.
|
205154
|
I am a sunflower. I turn my yellow and black face, bruised, to the sun, hoping its light will heal me. With my eyes closed I can see my stamen, veins in my eyelids, bulbous where they intersect. The sun feeds…
|
2051144
|
"What I need to wear the ring for," I said to myself, "I already got his last name..."
|
205163
|
For some, a vertical pattern will evoke prison bars, for others, product bar codes.
|
2051137
|
|
20511211
|
The other day I’m in the backyard with one of my kids, doing what he’s calling a training exercise, which is basically the two of us with flashlights, shinning the beams over the grass and up into the night to see what we can see.
|
205053
|
Somehow I always had to sit behind him. I remember because he had a constellation of skin tags on his neck. I thought about drawing stars on him; I thought about creating a new galaxy I would rule. I should have been learning math instead. I still can’t
|
205075
|
When detox-man drives away, the windows down, the radio playing on the classic rock station (The Eagles), he thinks about moving out of town.
|
20502016
|
Just bring me his head, that cerebral kiln of hot, ruddy verbiage and cadence.
|
20491716
|
"Why so ornery?" she asked.
|
20491711
|
She drew her hands out of the chest cavity and looked at the clock.
‘Time of death,’ she said.
|
2049145
|
She asks if I would like to join them.
|
2049117
|
He was her summer fling, the first cock to crow when the sun rose over her tequila smile.
|
20481013
|
pluck me from the charred grate
|
204867
|
“Too perfect.” my therapist intervenes in assurance, “You did enough, really. More than anyone else would.” I know the subtext is that I possibly did more than I should. My appointment is coincidentally later that day, after his goodbye letter arrives in
|
204833
|
Describe how like or unlike a vagina a peach pit is, using no anatomical words.
|
204853
|
A strange and unexpected shift has occurred.
|
