2573 14 11
|
“When he felt most loved, he felt most _ burdened.” Stephen Dobyns When she loved him she burdened him. She knew he felt a pull but he always resisted it. They went to an old refurbished hotel in Venice and asked if they might see the rooms. …
|
119621
|
The muezzin calls the faithful,
his voice soaring over the rooftops,
over the trees and the brooks,
|
126700
|
Why did he seek punishment, if he felt no guilt? Why this empty conscious, though he had done such evil?
|
72010
|
The chorus is a melancholy enlightenment;
this is all I have, he thinks, the only
transcendence I’ll get out of this day.
I should seize it while I can.
|
124652
|
At 11 pm, it is 87 degrees and I sit in front of the air conditioner, eating oatmeal. The oats aren't soft enough, but it is sugary and fills me. Outside, the city hovers at the edge of a brown out, people sweating hopelessly inside small boxes. In Utah, it was cold…
|
1668147
|
I respect mom, she survived cancer and all while she was pregnant with me, but something about getting through all that crap made her heart tough, like an over-cooked piece of beef, and no one likes meat you have to chew forever.
|
127011
|
Methuselah. That’s what they call him, the regulars that ride my train. Other things too, but Methuselah is the one that sticks in my mind. It seems to fit. It’s not as cruel.
|
23204118
|
Tap shoes are the portal to the opening of heavens that will ignite me with the highest voltage of electricity, give me the gift I was meant for at birth. Prophecy.
|
26735227
|
The gun is heavy. The tiny women hold it in both hands.
|
164221
|
When I ate with my girls, Bliss and Victoria, I would lift my head up and look at us eating until I could imagine him chiding me. “Our daughters are looking more and more like you each day,” he’d say. “Fat!” I didn’t feel like eating when I thought abo
|
209922
|
It's the way an earnest five-year-old boy pronounces every single letter as he whispers. Something about octopuses, something else about peas.
|
170242
|
August 14, 1945.Vincent had kissed a lot of girls before then - and a lot of women after. But there had never been a kiss like that one. And because of that photo apparently the whole country, damned near the whole world, thought so too.He'd tried to get her…
|
20041516
|
When Carlotta left me, I cried / into my soup. I shriveled into / harsh mathematics.
|
1308115
|
Thank you for the flip book with the woman dancing, bird wing elbows, knees this way and that.
|
172421
|
“Your brain, your brain tries to make sense of things like this, specially life-threatening weird shit, so in my mind the grass was on fire and driving out swarms of invisible bees that were stinging us to death. Invisible killer bees. You don’t shoot be
|
113441
|
Whisper salutations to your irises
|
102000
|
"The shipyards of the soul do not exist." The Colussus has always been a colossal waste, and the riddle of Your Father's Identity confounds no one but yourself. What a riddle, what pills! He was known for…
|
150041
|
She comes in with her white bag with its floral patterns scattered, almost accidentally, all around it
|
106141
|
B developed a thick emulsion that he paints onto the pieces of meat on which he prints photographs.
|
226232
|
It was one of those dinner parties where everyone had had a little too much to drink, and the conversation around the table had grown more . . . shall we say, spirited.
|
118121
|
I call beauty to me
With the architecture
Of this place
Beauty that has no doubt
Been pulled to me
All its life
|
267365
|
Even the neighborhood houses show their sunburnt faces and symptoms of heat stroke in the glow of their night lights.
|
109121
|
Butter me up, moon lover. Remember, I was once your warm and hot goddess of flowers, washed to shore with the others you may have forgotten. Now the issue of the earth gets nearer, and we can see each other once again, if only in our dreams.
Just be
|
124032
|
I am not responsible for any nightmares this piece may cause for all you mice lovers!
|
112200
|
Bearded massage parlors of dissonance whittle away hours for a few dollars and cents
|
133010
|
On beach trips with our families,
there were bumper cars, jet skis;
flash enjoyments,
beach-themed distractions.
|
104732
|
http://www.boston.com/lifestyle/articles/2011/07/17/imagine_mimes_as_the_mbta_noise_police/
|
15801412
|
I sought to feel something. I hunted my mortality. I craved that rush of life pulsating through my veins.
|
2565179
|
So where was I? On the curb, the stingy, gritty curb of existence, hard on the ass, as usual on the rim of it all, the ledge of success, well to tell the truth far from the ledge but about to fall off, floating on the circumference of meaning, riding a c
|
184783
|
My resistance sublimates. There is a long instant of absolute relinquishment, in which I imagine droplets of water plinking into my lungs in a slow, musical fashion, like icicles melting in a perfect cave.
|
