a small part of something much larger |
We fired from the ridgeline. The anonymous specks freed us from any sense of guilt, but when the rodents scrambled for cover at the first thunderous round, my belly squirmed with a sworm of earth...
Posted by on Mon, 19 May 2008 09:36:00 GMT |
lets hope its ficticious |
"its like static," she saidand I cant remember why we're standing here.but then the bottles smash together and infringe on my audial arena.its not the balerina twinkling of a windshield shattering, bu...
Posted by on Fri, 11 Apr 2008 15:44:00 GMT |
season(ed)able |
Remember the time it snowed for three days, and you said you couldn't go home, because when everything is drenched in white there is no frame of reference?We camped out in the center of the studio fla...
Posted by on Mon, 11 Feb 2008 18:49:00 GMT |
maybe youth isn’t wasted on the young |
Listening in with radio frequency and sleep deprived intensity, these lips are shut, this tongue is still. A modern drum, there is a pulse within a pulse awaiting trial and judgement and persecution. ...
Posted by on Thu, 25 Oct 2007 14:30:00 GMT |
you win some, you lose some |
We buried that turtle in the back yard next to Gil, the pet goldfish. We didn't name him because he wasn't ours and he was dead when we found him, but we marked his final resting place with a glossy r...
Posted by on Mon, 24 Sep 2007 14:30:00 GMT |
This is what we were; what are we now? |
We were all these things:We were corpses and copslosers and leanersWe were afraid to be fearless, without our heart we were nothingWe were rescuedWe were freaks and refugees fugitives and friendsWe we...
Posted by on Tue, 28 Aug 2007 22:39:00 GMT |
like a worst dream or best nightmare |
She can be such a willful little prostitute, one stubborn little whore. Though her hips rise when you touch her neck, her eyes remain deliberately blank. And she's judging you. And you can bet no numb...
Posted by on Mon, 06 Aug 2007 17:46:00 GMT |
our little secret |
In testimony to agony of the marrital falocy, we beseech thee to defy all earthly reservations to raise on winged feet the honour of appreciation, the horror of deviation, a sparrow, swept along with ...
Posted by on Wed, 11 Jul 2007 16:30:00 GMT |
same old something new |
There's a bar up on Western Ave. They open at 7 in the morning, which means they never really close, and they sharpen their teeth to help devour the newcomers. So when two walked in early this morning...
Posted by on Thu, 05 Jul 2007 10:27:00 GMT |
No, I did not throw a cinder block off the roof... |
I must commend the great bar staff in the city for keeping the flavored stoli pouring. I've counted at least thirteen new bruises, two new roadrashes and one very twisted knee this week. I suspect all...
Posted by on Thu, 07 Jun 2007 16:10:00 GMT |
