1847 16 4
|
Somewhere along tomorrow, I will forget I have the right to do this.
|
1361105
|
salmon sits gentler on my palate
|
109176
|
I feel a hand on my leg, and look down to see the little girl touching the horse on my ankle.
|
138386
|
He fell through her scalp-crust
|
1495134
|
her skin the color of honey sugary sweet eyes like long-forgotten pathways to a place I can only just recall her hair in twists and her hands touching it fondling it tucking it back behind her ears as she rubs her legs against each other crosses them at…
|
174054
|
Click-clack, click-clack. The cadence of the tracks below push George back and forth between what happened and what is to come.
|
126786
|
I'm working through the rocky pine cones so you don't have to. I'm stepping over the little dreaming people in your dreams so we don't wake them with our loud and coming loose footprints. The poem passes by like a heartbreaking train…
|
137885
|
What fascinates me now is now, this instant, this moment. This fugitive, this delinquent, this indiscreet, this forever elusive now. Now now. Now is now and now it is not now. Now is the adversary of time.…
|
119495
|
Do you see the hot coals of doing? The way time sizzles or wilts…eat those coals.
|
126296
|
I saw Vincent one day, sitting at a café table that was situated right next to the quays of the Seine, with another artist by the name of Bernard. Vincent had his back to me, and he was leaning forward in his usual hyper-excitement, gesturing wildly
|
1868116
|
You haven't lived until she dances just for you ..
|
221785
|
It was beautiful and bright and it felt so real.
|
8686
|
Your malnourished maniacs choke on gourmet reputations
|
1059126
|
She thought she would be happy nowA new beginningA new lifeit wasn't to behe tore up all her nicememories
|
233885
|
This is where he died, she says to me, and points to the damp pavement. Her hair is wet, and slicked against her neck. The humidity is making everything engulf her. The sleep shorts I bought her last July are loose on her now, but between the rain and
|
1682126
|
She bought her first gerbil at the age of nine. She wondered if he would die from endless logrolling. When he died from natural causes, she refused to bury him and kept a distance from the first boy who kissed her--Thomas J. Hobbit. The next year a twister swept…
|
219375
|
I think they've always been together, talking amongst themselves about whatever is happening around them. A part of me wishes they'd walk into the cave and disturb whatever is burning it from the inside out.
|
162565
|
I have two memories of my dad. The first is a story he liked to tell: So my old woman came home one day with a worm. She sets the worm on the counter and goes into…
|
4275105
|
Honey, you eat this salmon, now
|
121376
|
We exist to facilitate/
successful conclusions of hopeless lives.
|
13976
|
When he left home to be a stand-up comic, he broke his parents' hearts.
|
149176
|
|
84655
|
"Where've you been?" the image in the mirror asked. "I haven't seen you since yesterday," she said.
"Yeah, I miss you too," he said.
|
300656
|
You were like a delicate lace
that barely mentions the wrist.
But you were also at your best
with strings attached.
Let me say this. If innocence
is supposed to be so overwhelming
as to do nothing on purpose,
not carried away by sensatio
|
1741126
|
|
82885
|
I'm on my way to work the Saturday night dinner shift at Slug's
|
1181145
|
“In other words you're going to lie through your teeth..."
|
112776
|
The green on your shoulder Is worth all their papery property taxes And then some. They cash in every friendship As if it were nothing more than a Ripened apple for pie. Get rid of The thing before it begins to Rot into some…
|
1853105
|
The waters rose / on the earth
|
1495104
|
Digging in another garden, jumping into another space and time, I impaled a toad on the tines of a garden fork. At first I thought the toad was a clump of clay, stuck to the thick tine, but before I could kick the clay off with my…
|
