1973 2 1
|
I saw a former lover today, by complete accident.
|
197210
|
It's dawn. It's quiet on the pond in the Public Garden. The light is calm, the pollution is mild, and everything is still,except for the occasional cruising taxi. It's the beginning of spring-- tulips out, leaves…
|
19721013
|
pluck me from the charred grate
|
197220
|
How curious that the thought arrived first in Portuguese; perhaps, after so many years, he was finally becoming Brazilian.
|
197254
|
Often we sit in silence and age. We are observers of dust, fashioning ourselves into antiques.
|
197243
|
I wriggled in the bed and felt the sheets soaked with perspiration. My arms were lined with tape and tubing, needles pressed in veins. I reached for the cloth again and again, and every time they stopped me. The hands that came were cold and hard, urgent
|
197252
|
John Lipkin took a drag off his cigarette and rummaged through his desk drawer looking for pot. There wasn't any. He remembered looking last night, but he looked again now. There wasn't a damn thing, just some stems…
|
197272
|
A lowing cow cracked open the darkened room like the yawn of a gravid alien.
|
1972156
|
with images overflowing with delicate thought scenes with nightmarish wet dreams
|
1972158
|
Being simple like this, knowing a thing is done by doing.
|
19721315
|
We wonder if this is how we tangled in our mother's womb: hands to feet to heart.
|
197240
|
Let whoever may read this know: I am an evil man, and I have done evil things.
|
197288
|
The moon begins to rise over L.A.
while the roaches try to crawl up
the sides of the mountains surrounding the L.A. Basin.
While fires rage in the forests of the night,
here comes the moon over the horizon,
big and haunted, pock-marked and coo
|
197122
|
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…
|
197100
|
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.'
|
197021
|
It’s late July, and I’ve just been given the assignment to cover Paganfoil’s ‘Warbird’ tour. To tell you the truth, I really loathe this assignment. I never, ever, EVER cared for hard rock or heavy metal or whatever they’re calling it this dec
|
197021
|
One sunny day after Christmas Eldon went ice fishing with Grandma and Grandpa at Haymarsh. He was not fishing for Ice Fish but for regular fish who swam under the ice. Craig was there too. Craig was wearing more pairs of socks than anyone. He was wearing 3…
|
197000
|
The man in the gray trench coat showed up around a quarter to eight.
|
19701912
|
He held my little hand in his and guided it through the dirt.
|
1969123
|
I read the ending to her and it was clear to her--clear as it could only be to a woman, to a woman you're in love with--that I had been describing her.
|
19691510
|
You wanted a love poem written just for you. / Here it is. Don’t look askance.
|
196941
|
I think theorems and hypotheses
but all that comes out is punching and smashing
frustrated hate flows where I'd prefer to know love.
|
196996
|
The phone owner pre-writes his or her dying words! The app stores them and releases them at the moment of his death!
|
196932
|
This is what my summer has come to: me, out of a job, aimlessly driving around the city looking for places to write, places to read, places to occupy my time.
|
196997
|
the observation, at the end, more/
important than the being there—
|
196888
|
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.
|
196886
|
The Ocean used to be ours. When the stars were still fire and they were the only light burning though the dim, hazy nights, the ocean was ours. Before the smog, and the lights that were carried by the men who rose from the sea, the ocean was ours. We…
|
196821
|
A killer enters the room. No one notices, and the show goes on.
|
196842
|
|
196801
|
meanings figure into traffic streams reds fade, trickle down the long ‘V' another passing human ear; tall, tall buildings paper poised on horizon. situations gape in and out of seconds corners turn to disappearance, witness follows fingers…
|
