614 4 6
|
When I sit in the front-facing seat beside him, I feel him flinch a little and stiffen, not from fear but from aggression.
|
1050105
|
an engine stalls out
in the parking lot
the driver
tears her skirt
coming through the door
|
1247105
|
how alike, breakup & death
|
145121
|
Standing hard at the windowCold clouds move, slowBlue horizon in the distance—It's just a slice of blue.All this beautyI miss it in the bitterness.I'm consumed by the missingThe emptinessThe unfairnessAlways some unfairness cropping upand capturing joy.Glancing high…
|
136356
|
Driving home at midnight, on a night so dark, so wild. Headlights can't pierce the gateway to oblivion.
|
66066
|
the moment he started walking
my hands were given new tasks to do:
|
98676
|
When the teacher was out of the room Myron pretended to play with himself, saying, “down boy” and smiling to the nervous gasping and fake coughs from the other classmates and, since he's my close friend, I think he does silly stuff like this to contend with…
|
1233114
|
My spooky cat got out again. Under the deck she ran. Out came the hose that chased her about. Fur spiked, tail pointing, yowling, she hissed at me, and back in the house she pranced. It's been two days now. She slithers out for food after…
|
97176
|
We wanted so much to find ourselves in a beautiful world. It was, and is, but every inviting leaf has got another hidden dangerous precedent that must be surrendered to in order to survive to see another sunset with the ones you actually…
|
145386
|
On top of the refrigerator is a small wooden box
|
127076
|
They broke both of Jimmy's shins. / Gambling debt just like in the movies
|
718105
|
The washing machine at home was broken. It was an old leaky Maytag. A discouraging mess—twisted panties, sky-blue jeans, and an old lover or two or three floating downstream (the reverse of spawning salmon). Each man was slightly drowned,…
|
114866
|
When I wake up and look to my left, will you be there with me, snoring like an asthmatic bear?
|
106786
|
It was your present world that seemed more than mad to me. Your polished stiff brown shoes that always squeaked like mice, while the latest rude Bombers bubbled up in their comfortable Dart-board garages like apple pies…
|
104676
|
Steven was a hollow tree of a man — outwardly normal for a tired fortysomething, but empty inside. He lived alone in an old farmhouse that reeked of decomposition and Lysol, the previous tenant having left a dozen skinned raccoon carcasses in the attic.
|
101865
|
I left the train, still going nowhere, but in a hurry.
Still a boy, but trapped in a suit.
|
133793
|
She wrapped her legs around him. His hand barely held the rope and later he could not have said if it happened above or below the water’s surface.
|
148456
|
The lizard is like wearing wings on my back, makes me fly like a dragon in my dreams, which I have all day long, while looking at you, talking to you, right now, having dreams in some part of my head. I'd like to stick out my tongue and lick the part of m
|
1122105
|
“Now,” my friend said. “Tell us about earthquakes. Can we expect one anytime soon?”
|
99156
|
beckoning with citrus streaks blue cobbled streets/and stuccos lit with gold lamps guide strollers here/to Place du Forum in Arles and this café . . .
|
26585
|
|
98466
|
They shoot up through the soles of their feet
once the veins in their arms are all used up.
They shoot up in their necks
like the cows on the African Savannah
|
261784
|
A toothy grin greets me at my Public Storage counter. He visits every week. Peering through the wire first, he opens his cage door, gaze lingering. Finally he departs. Nothing ever placed or removed. Emptiness, that looming…
|
155186
|
Five poets were beheaded that day, their heads rolled off the scaffold to the dirt and faced skywards; the heads were smiling
|
80395
|
an artist sits in the sun
moving fingers through long hair
|
274105
|
|
1096123
|
But this ache wouldn't leave me.
|
69885
|
I felt that love could
not be paid for or else could
never be paid for enough.
|
52585
|
I admit that, on Twitter, I have been trying to annoy Glenn Greenwald so much that he blocks me.
|
117985
|
Stroman reached over and stroked the perimeter of Rouge's chin with his thumb. 'I am just joking. You are my soul-mate, you know that?'
|
