859 23 12
|
|
903127
|
If you ask me I'm thinking I'm just blowing off some steam, some hot air that doesn't add up to the old cliche of a hill of beans. A hill of fucking beans.
|
73453
|
—but neither Lenin’s serenity nor Voron’s could last for long!
|
80500
|
I had committed the perfect crime, and I had left nothing to chance; my best strategy was chancing nothing. Prudence and planning were my only allies, and these are the best allies of success. Usually.
|
1005118
|
I heard a voice. It was calling me as from a far-off cloud. I listened, holding my breath, and heard it again, though fading away, barely audible. If I hadn't known my name I wouldn't have decrypted it. Three hazy syllables clearly detached with a sigh between each of them.…
|
52500
|
|
73964
|
I had a moment of clear inter-species ideation...
|
10451210
|
|
51900
|
We all ache for the
Purple storm that’s said to
Smear its finger in the one
True place our soul resides
On the road to delicate love
Rising in the summer blood
And the raw shadows
Behind lust make a woman
Heave in the Garden
While lis
|
81185
|
I felt that love could
not be paid for or else could
never be paid for enough.
|
8191110
|
Because of her I got there early, and like I figured, the train was late.
|
76243
|
I love that moment in Hamlet when the Ghost first appears. It seems so real, thanks in large measure to Horatio's sober outlook & initial skepticism. It's really happening. Their eyes are popping out of their heads. And it makes me wonder, how would I react if I…
|
7561411
|
I. The sun's corona. Empty boxes near the firehouse. Red birth. A bird's lost wing. II. The bitterness of littleness. Apples in a pile.Early love.A spider, swinging. III. A father's harshness.Twelve bills unpaid. Leaves in a crevice. A dream…
|
43753
|
of birds. The world is full of snakes. The world isfull of mushrooms. The world is full of flies. The worldis full of bombs. Not so many trees. Not as many as you might think. The world is full of flowers. Notso many bees. The world is full of rocks. Some…
|
66043
|
—and the god presiding over all / a four-faced, double-Janused clock / its equal seconds clickt away / ticking us our steps and breaths . . .
|
88473
|
To understand how and when things have gone wrong, it works best to proceed from the beginning and put them in order.
|
1094149
|
The dog is reading. This morning, as every morning, the book is open in front of him. Well before his master's rise, he had already read the moon then dawn and the clouds. Now the slippers, these that walk here and there. Followed by coffee and the pages that turn. A little…
|
81675
|
The two boys walked the long dock to the edge of bay,like scrappy lobsters pointing toward the waves,"The cockroaches of the sea,"his father said,It was the old country"Only prisoners were fed lobster.They stayed in the dampholes."He thought the sea ebbed and flowed like a…
|
58932
|
I do not want to know what it looks like when a society walks off a cliff's edge,
|
62021
|
The middle finger talks of many things
How I killed the moon
But still drank the moonshine
And how getting over her took
Some bleeding from the soul
Maybe it’s the Inner Face of Outer Space
That worries me the most
But what about the Fro
|
774178
|
I'd rather slit my wrists with a Triscuit...
|
10601513
|
I asked the hospice nurse about maggots.
|
70253
|
PROSPER CENTRAL SCHOOLS PSYCHOEDUCATIONAL EVALUATION CONFIDENTIAL Prosper Central…
|
720129
|
Who does that besides Kafka,
Arreola, and Steven Wright?
|
75944
|
peripheral dreams fall out from the head / the body squirms then burrows abed: /
“have you had a good life? you now have less! / —led a hard life instead? you soon will be gone!”
|
854127
|
|
90421
|
Those who have lost at game shows meet each week for mutual support. All is well, until they start disappearing in ways related to their ill-fated appearances as contestants.
|
856118
|
Gestures we would like to make in the solitude of a café terrace ... Early in the morning ... She's sitting there, seems shivering. Grey dress, red scarf. Her eyes move. I try to meet them - small, vague black clouds which pass, without resting, by mine. She drinks her…
|
76254
|
from a moving train. The lost ball inthe tall grass still wants for no one. AndI'm suposed to pretend? You got yoursmile from something, not someone. But it took all your long hair in the process. You've been looking for the one true grace, the ultimate…
|
73474
|
If people were more loyal to me we wouldn't be having all these problems.
|
