1571 9 1
|
She was skinny and with breasts like a wound up skein of yarn.
|
77744
|
|
165974
|
Start with a long look down the alley, a small hoodied figure turning in.
|
123045
|
Don’t break things, I add. And he looks at me like I’ve broken everything else.
|
102174
|
Jim Morrison moved
ever so slightly
in the cold of his grave
|
110954
|
hangs inverted and
begins a swirling motion,
|
70354
|
Wheel turning, round and round again
|
149254
|
It's not my fault I was made to be stepped on, so stop saying what I am with such contempt. Yes, I'm a doormat. No, I'm not weak. I have taken a hundred kinds of treads, twice as many pounds at once, and once or twice there have been cleats. Think about what those would do…
|
101855
|
today
somewhere by water
this photograph of a woman
|
118484
|
Is this sought sea dream of the Arctic fox? The green below the circles of the white, above her eyes? On Formica tables where the woman smocks beneath glass borders of their vacant smiles, they pass by windows formulating styles,…
|
126554
|
vampires seem not to be victims of drought . . .
|
151872
|
"I know," Timothy explained, "he can't use it. He's a cripple." No one else seemed to understand.
|
149311
|
Perhaps a blue person is more alive underneath than a red. Red is eye-catching and flashy, but blue is substantial, secretive. Of course, blood is red, and there’s nothing more substantial than blood, but we’re on blue at the moment, and the thought
|
87184
|
I remember having a beer once
And feeling like a minor god
And I know in some lie you told
Your life began making sense
And I also know that the mind likes logic
But the heart loves chaos
I just hope flies land on the butter of your soul
|
124873
|
The countdown is on and daily the propaganda gets more and more aggravating It appears at times that the news media dictate and orchestrate more that just report on events of diplomatic shock. A huge effort has gone in to covering this coming war and it…
|
1053103
|
I am beginning to worry. There is something that they are not telling me. I am afraid that something bad is going to happen.
|
132854
|
The same night your best friend of two years called you up to tell you they don't want to think about you anymore was the same night you had stood silently, leaning, head against the mustard wall in your mom's boyfriend's house, stuck listening to Randy…
|
117845
|
Today I’m feeling crabby and haggard and technology makes it easy to get to the point.
|
163953
|
So she leans over the patio table like that model in that magazine ad and then takes a sip of her blended coffee drink as if a director had said to pretend the straw is a penis. As if this director only just shouted, “And you're a dirty, dirty girl, and
|
135074
|
Somebody needs to call Frank. The pediatrician who fixes cars on the side.
|
166993
|
His worst nightmare had come true. He wasn't wearing green and all of the other kids were.
|
102374
|
—A little blood puts some life into the work, said the old artisan smiling.
|
118954
|
In his heyday, Burt Reynolds owned $100,000 worth of custom-made toupees.
|
95754
|
One thing about eating shit:
|
100145
|
Soccer Tease
Nerdvana
Ballsa Wood
Pulp Friction
Spam Folder
Fetal Position
Wayne Newton’s Yacht
Late Bloomers
Sir Real Geese
|
143744
|
Back arching, spine twisted, muscles tense and turning. I am putting off my work. Jane Eyre is in the back of my mind whispering about childhood patriarchy and I am still clinging to images from dreams before waking; my last lover's face scrunched and…
|
94544
|
Are all my words lonely, or nearly departed; decapitated; Visible only from the ankles down, nonchalant? I Get bored. All my words are not paying Strict attention to the television. I get dysfunctional. My words, coincidental though they…
|
120254
|
If you are a family member or friend of a person incarcerated in a correctional facility...
|
190183
|
The Parachutist closes his eyes, takes a breath, and then opens them back up again. The earth is very beautiful, and very small from where he is. It is getting larger quickly, which is vaguely alarming.
|
118454
|
when i was five or six/ we lived in an apartment/ and every sunday/ i'd lie on the carpet/ to watch squares of sunshine/ crawl across the rug/ while my mother inflicted upon us/ a centuries-long hour of television/ worse than any droning mass.
|
