There were wolves near there. Wolves killing sheep. Poetry is dead. He thought. He could lend a hand.
A hand over your mouth. A hush in the darkness. It’s the girl, whose name reminds you of another, who you remember marrying in some uncertain future or almost-forgotten dream.
You wake up to the sound of someone smashing white rocks outside your window. Only it's not rocks. You're just in a city made entirely of bones.
The man woke up and walked to the bathroom. He relieved his bladder and looked at himself in the mirror. He looked at the clock. 6:25. He... more
I read for the same reason that I fish. So I can feel what I can’t see.
A panel of grandfathers lived in the girl like a Greek chorus. One day she woke and they were building themselves bleachers. After that... more
Self-portrait as fogged up car. / Self-portrait as Home Depot // parking lot at 3 AM, no cars, / no people. Self-portrait with // grocery cart with someone else’s / left behind list.
The Platonic Man cries whenever I cry. Tears will be streaming down my face and I’ll look up and he’ll be dabbing his eyes... more
She said, during the commercial break, that she was a fan of westerns. I said, I loved the train... more
We pull into the campground and it’s just like I imagined it would be: chaparral scrub receding to oaks and firs as we move up into... more
"Thought of you and our conversations this morning when I read David Shields' Riff column in the NYT Magazine.... more
Hello, readers. This is the first of two interviews with writer Ron Currie Jr. on the occasion of the publication... more
I can take just about anything now.
Like how I returned from Christmas vacation to an inch of melted snow and a gaping hole above... more
Looking for the right angle
He poo-poo’s my relationship to nature, even when I tell him about touching the dead... more
It’s the new plan, Shooter. Poetry for broken systems. Insurance rider attached.
To London With Love
Artist: Wilhelm Blech
Album: Musicus Miscellanous; Christian Dean & Musica Immunda
Label:... more
Five years ago I took some pills hoping to lose the perpetual 10-15 pounds that I would always like to... more
The first time I fingered a girl, I messed it up. Of course, I didn’t realize at the time. It happened on a Friday night, at a playground. There were four of us there. Two girls, two boys. It was a very open thing. The girl who I fingered said she’d let me try, and we sent our friends to the basketball court to wait for us.
Guildenstern flips the coin and holds it out for Rosencrantz to see.
“Heads,” Rosencrantz says. “Again heads.” He turns around. “So... more
We won’t drink the juice and we won’t make wine with it. Because, well, feet. But the secret none of us shares is the... more
Captain’s Log: Captain Richard L. Hiltonshire, HMS Evoque, North Carolina Coast. May 12, 1801
The Coast is in sight. America, I... more
And then there's Rob Delaney. The next time Rob Delaney tweets—which is probably going to be in... more
I fell in love with Lena Dunham from the first scene of the first episode of her hit TV show, Girls. I connected with... more
In my mind, I had already built a Lego wall around the perimeter of the yard, tall as the Siamese twin magnolia trees I sometimes sat in...
I was in this movie. I was in this movie. I was in it. I was there. I was ripping in and out of the titles as they blinked... more
