1977 2 2
|
"You're going to have to call me 'dead eye' after I get this possum."
|
197711
|
I rummage around to see which of our many countertop appliances might do the trick. Yogurt maker? No, I need something with more muscle.
The Cuisinart--just the thing! I pick through the detachable blades—where’s the isotope shredder?
|
197724
|
"kissing her with every muscle in my neck."
|
1976104
|
3D is killing my porn career.
|
1976139
|
He saw symmetry, exquisite geometry, body and built world in harmony.
|
19751810
|
She was a forward-motion girl. She never bothered to learn to walk as a baby. Instead, she stood up and ran.
|
19751311
|
|
197521
|
I built a house in the middle of the ocean. I used sunlight for nails. Wind for wood. Stars for chandeliers, the moon for a doorknob.
|
197533
|
On a corkboard in the entryway of the Leetonia Shurfine Market a curling handwritten sign said Room for Rent. Kitchen Living Room Laundry Privlages. $65 Weekly.
|
197532
|
Love at first sight?
Not for me.
|
19751616
|
WITH A BOW TO DOROTHY PARKERWhen his fingers sped along the keys, I'd need to sit. I'd such weak knees. I thought him charming, tall, and able, then he overturned the table. Chili, crackers, cheddar cheese crashed on me-he'd been displeased. I…
|
197465
|
I. Sweet Anthill The anthill is in front of my house. It started with a cupcake I dropped on the ground, frosting first. The ants started to congregate, carrying sprinkles and cake crumbs into the deep sidewalk crack. A week…
|
19741814
|
I become a lake, a river, a stream, an ocean that will one day be able to move anything, anyone.
|
19742411
|
whistling some blithering tune, trotting around the kitchen in his underwear with his ribs, a long row of meatless tragedies that screamed for something other than the meal he was making.
|
197444
|
by the time he's moves onto knives, she has appeared in next door's window: sliver of nut-pale belly, fingers wet with suds, nails painted bright as glitterballs.
|
1974149
|
It's eerie. There are no birds. My friend and I take our morning walk in a bubble of silence.
|
19742718
|
. . . there is nothing so selfish as sleep.
|
197366
|
As military tears soaked into hymnbook pages
|
1973128
|
I got 3 good hubcaps
That oughta be enough
You can take away my house
You can take away my stuff
Just leave it on the curbside
With my beat-up Cadillac
Got my 3 good hubcaps
I ain’t never coming back
|
197330
|
|
197332
|
He wasn’t there for the beginning or the end. In the beginning, he was still a wild thing. Nothing more than a voice in the chorus of the Dark Continent, back when it was a thing of terrible beauty and attracted people like the old man; people who breathe
|
197322
|
He had no leg to stand on and so what could he do but fall down, which is exactly what he did.
|
1973109
|
The winner was some kid from Ohio or Oklahoma -- one of those states that begins with an "O" and ends with a yawn.
|
197200
|
A human cop and a cyborg detective team up to solve a case. A sci-fi-pulp-noir-detective story.
|
1972157
|
My editor even said so: “Ralph, the Karmann Ghia is the only car for Henry. The only one he could have possibly driven.”
|
1972179
|
I turned on the television last night, and one of the networks had a segment about a girl with no nose.
|
197263
|
No flinch, no stretch, no letting the cook get all golden about the chopping block.
|
197276
|
The trouble with paper horses was not how flimsy they were when you were flying them, reigns in hand, high enough above the treetops that falling would mean more than a bruised knee.
|
197284
|
When I was thirteen and still lived in the desert I saw a ghost woman at the top of a dry waterfall in the foothills.
|
197231
|
Picking up a perfect stranger—perfect meaning dead, in this case—and shaping him into the man you’d want him to be is not so easy.
|
