1221 4 4
|
I have a ball-pein hammer in my coat pocket.
|
30023531
|
I am not against the darkness / I can learn to live with restraint
|
95122
|
his eyes see blood as circumstance.
|
97943
|
Skulk like a lovespun spider in a record store corner
on the orange formica subway car
|
115710
|
I was shooting baskets in the driveway when the Mexican kid delivered the groceries. He drove in fast and loud . . .
|
1257194
|
We wore cowboy hats and jeans in the pictures. They both came off once his camera disappeared.
|
103531
|
With spring rain
And greening buds
|
96400
|
You need only one who notices.
|
104711
|
Aw, cheer the fuck up. I'm Silly Putty.
|
83032
|
Soon you too will lie down with the sleep of rain, telling them a thing or two, grown old by having lived through your youth, that is all. Lying from the side of your mouth so often that you take up lying on your side, to try getting an eyeful of the of
|
110610
|
She lay there, skin and bones, unable to speak. Little did we know those were our last moments togethter. How cruel for her, to want to share a lifetime of thoughts and feelings in those waning moments only to be robbed of the chance. My brother and I…
|
155721
|
When I glance at the bedside clock I realize that we have been making love in one way or another for nearly three hours now. I am filled with a certain secret smugness that I am still going strong. It has been a long time since I’ve done anything quite li
|
97821
|
Gotta ask myself what I’m doing here. What keeps me tied. Caged. What is it?
|
151433
|
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.
|
104543
|
I fear osiris with his feather rising to meet the raven in mid-air they will turn to look at me decide if I go through the door of no return into fierce landscape on my knees I will crumple into the foetal…
|
127354
|
You know how it is, one day a good friend sends you this long note telling you how-the-hell they are or aren't getting along in the frigging world
|
20451610
|
you think it knows about getting us as far as wehave, to the here we are now boathouse where we can stop holding onto our worldweary chains so much. How else can I slap this thing into a new clay pot for you? All those things that are…
|
115732
|
“Life is on life’s terms,” she told me once. Her arm, wrapped in clear cellophane, was freshly adorned with a green-pigmented sand-dollar: a living shell.
|
162311
|
"Her actions in the city seemed invariably designed to destroy that person, which she’d worked so hard all her life to become."
|
107841
|
When I was young I bowed with such forgotten politeness, a young salesman, enchanting, in the silken trades. But I remembered the sun also when it was in Hades, which had forgotten to set, or to rise.
Peace, also, dangled there by the neck. Such a pre
|
226910
|
Long nights on the road and into the ravines, wondering wordlessly how far they had traveled and where they were going, wondering and forgetting and consulting again the map, although they now travelled those forests beyond the forests on maps
|
112600
|
Tadd Dameron once described himself as “the most misplaced musician in the business,” and one needn’t call the missing persons bureau to determine that he may have been right.
|
16251612
|
In all my marriage stories, I am both victim and hero.
|
101631
|
They’re coming now. Thousands of them. Black wings, antennas, spindly legs.
|
116450
|
Flash’s hackles stood brushlike but he kept his head bowed just enough beneath the bigger dog’s stare to delay the inevitable fight. Flash, Mal thought approvingly, would pick the time and place.
|
105331
|
Alcohol and American writers have always had a connection–about 70 percent of American winners of the Nobel Prize for Literature could be considered heavy drinkers if not more.
|
93620
|
Our ragged wits, ragged minds, after acting out all, imitating all honey-like tunes, air song, excellence of song, true flower of the world. So the sun has some of its honey wintered away, to bring it into contact with such a human voice as yours.
|
102262
|
She buried her secrets in a bowl of brownie mix....
|
127653
|
Once upon a time, my friend and I met a nanny pushing a baby carriage and reading an e-book. She wore a plaid dress, blue stockings and a white barrette. A set of wrinkles marred her tanned brow. Multitasking seemed too hard on her.
Inside the carriage
|
123498
|
They sat on the couch, and he tried to unbutton her buttons, but she fended him off.
|
