And then day became night and, up ahead now, lights were blinking, all day-glo colors, arranging themselves into words that spelled out--The Exit?From Heaven
St. Peter showed up on a barge with guns mounted foredeck and aft, and with him, St. Michael the Archangel, looking all bad-ass, dressed like a Ton Ton Macoute, with the shades, the beret, the whole fuckng bit.
St. Pete tried to reason, but Michael kept tapping his whipstick against… Continue
Added by Robert Crisman on March 31, 2010 at 10:02pm —
Seattle's a happy-face sinkhole alright, but at least it's in step with everywhere else. A significant chunk of the world economy's gone off the cliff and people are starting to wake to the fact that the check is not
in the mail. Meanwhile, the country's at war for the eight trillionth year in a row, with no end in sight, and the 21st Century's stone fucking drag time all over.
Purely local travail seems in fact a bit of a chump-change concern; how… Continue
Added by Robert Crisman on March 31, 2010 at 9:30pm —
Nineties Seattle: Nirvana, dot.com, Starbucks, and "hip" squares for years--the 20th Century's swan song.
A lot of sewage has vaulted the dam since those halcyon days: NASDAQ pancaked; the WTO and Fat Tuesday riots tore up the town; Boeing flipped us the bird and left without telling the mayor; Broadway ran out of steam and Seattle sort of fell off the map of hot places.
Some things stayed the same: rents kept on climbing; a sizeable number of people continued to sleep under bridges,… Continue
Added by Robert Crisman on March 31, 2010 at 9:24pm —
The small hills of my cousin…
Added by dris khalillou on March 31, 2010 at 7:02pm —
The Chevrolet truck lurched to a stop just inches from Nick's frail legs and prompted a verbal reaction from the 82 year old senior citizen: "Asshole!" The young man leaned out the window and shouted, “What did you say to me, Bitch, what did you say?”
Nick slowly turned to face his protagonist… Continue
Added by Harris Sperling on March 31, 2010 at 6:00pm —
She rode like she was an extension of the beast. Floating atop the filly's
back, her robust thighs soften by the swish of sparkles dancing from
the tip of her tiny costume. Searching the crowd on her galloping post
she seeks the face that might one day set her free. One fella's eyes
meet hers; holding his gaze for a moment, she smiles. Like all the
others, he shyly looks away. She dismounts and takes one last pleading
look before exiting the ring alone once again.… Continue
Added by Andrea Vestrand on March 31, 2010 at 4:30pm —
March isn’t doing the lamb thing, it’s going out like a tyrannosaurus with attitude.
Winter leans onto Spring’s shoulder and whispers an old cliché “You’ll never… Continue
Added by Bob Clay on March 31, 2010 at 2:18pm —
Arlene is having an internet affair with a bad poet. She struggles for hours to compose interesting and imaginative pornographic compositions. Her lover's responses are hasty and include errors in verb tense, punctuation and even spelling. They are clearly intended to stimulate another high quality response from her. As Arlene's husband summarizes data on mathematics education for her from his monthly engineering journal, she realizes that she is exhausted. She carefully reconsiders her lover's… Continue
Added by Angela on March 31, 2010 at 10:45am —
Willowy punishment I’m forced to prepare from the swamps outside to make a lattice work from my baby flesh as I lay staked to the bed to remove any chance of escape from my step-father’s entertainment which is always left open to the public eye of the family.
My stomach is as empty as my mind as I count the blows - a mathematical education at the tender age of five: Whi-tsch, “Don’t”; Whi-tsch, “Lemme”;Whi-tsch, “Hear”; Whi-tsch, “You”; Whi-tsch, “Cry”; Whi-tsch, “Again”; Whi-tsch,… Continue
Added by Deborah Jovan Reed on March 31, 2010 at 9:07am —
Later on Friday morning, when she collected Bridget she found that the village grapevine was as rampant and efficient as ever and that her mother had not been left in ignorance of the latest gossip, inescapably corroborated by Jenna’s flushed face and puffy eyes. “I just hope you know what you’re doing” was all that was said (unmentioned concern at the rumours about Pete preventing full scale condemnation) but Jenna had to assess from her mother’s expression whether names… Continue
Added by Sandra Davies on March 31, 2010 at 6:30am —
Ten minutes away from walking down the aisle, Erin was glad that her mother had won the argument about the wedding veil. With her head covered, Philip wouldn't be able to see the look of disgust that marred her face whenever she thought about why she'd agreed to marry him. A wink from Julie, her perky matron-of-honor, helped get her back on track. The bouquet that… Continue
Added by Veronica Fields Johnson on March 31, 2010 at 1:05am —
“There are too many stoplights in this city,” Father said, lunging the Lexus through a red light as Mother turned up the volume on the NPR coverage of the latest Health Care Bill compromise.
“We can’t afford to be late to a $1,000-a-plate fundraiser,” she said, clucking her tongue at my wrinkled white gloves.
“Too many of these damned people who need… Continue
Added by M C Funk on March 31, 2010 at 12:48am —
Her lips so soft and sweet, they remind me of the perfect cloud
I tremble with the mere thought of pressing them to my own
I am afraid of getting lost in the softness
I dare not kiss her to hard for she may break, or so I think
Her lips speak what her heart is saying so beautifully
I often ask her to repeat herself.
Added by michael r. oconnor on March 30, 2010 at 9:32pm —
Cry Baby cry; eat a mud pie; tell yo’ momma you gonna die,
the taunts and peals of laughter from her step-father and his daughters – hard to tell how long ago when you’re focused on keeping your balance along with your consciousness - echo unending as Lora remains in a stress position on top of the AC vent in the living room shaking not from fear but from the icy cold air that makes her wet clothes, the mud on her face and in her hair, harden attaching… Continue
Added by Deborah Jovan Reed on March 30, 2010 at 9:14pm —
All Kate wanted after spending a Friday night with friends, drinking but not getting plastered, was to collapse in bed without the unspoken ridicule of her young niece, Lora, who was now standing before her in T-shirt and boxers, “You answered the door.”
“I knew it was you and thought you could use a hand,” Lora replied innocently, not making any connection to her aunt’s innuendo because she’d spent an entire summer there alone and the only worry she had was when the landlord – her… Continue
Added by Deborah Jovan Reed on March 30, 2010 at 7:04pm —
As you are watching the bugs
how they are burying a rain drop
The lemons are soaking up the sun
from the room And the sickle of the passing
is carrying a wax moon
over the bed
With a rainbow umbrella you wish
to watch the bugs
how they are burying a rain drop
and as if the soul by chance
reached aliveness with the… Continue
Added by Lydia on March 30, 2010 at 5:36pm —
he finds her sitting in the darkness knowing this come to jesus has been a long time coming, and now that it is here he feels a wave of relief wash over him followed swifty with guilt for being relieved. he had imagined tears and rage, screaming and hysterics, ululations and histrionics because in the beginning he had loved her passion and flair for drama.
we could try counseling, he offered, i think it might help us try to work through this. what the hell… Continue
Added by shauna mcclure on March 30, 2010 at 4:44pm —
We are each the love of someone's life, I have known mine as they left my life, and they have known me, life can be cruel to the best of us.
Prince, my ring necked dove, has proven this for many months now, everyday he waits on Patience's branches for hours at a time, waiting for his beloved Penelope to return.
The other pair of doves flew away long ago, shattering any hopes I had that she survived and that my pair were still as one, but by… Continue
Added by alisa rynay haller on March 30, 2010 at 3:53pm —
The wind combs my hair with its fingers, much the way my mother's did when I was a little child. Ornamental cherry and pear trees have made the sidewalks into their cupcakes, frosting them with candy sprinkle blossoms. If no one could see me, I would kneel to touch one of them with the tip of my tongue, so curious am I about their sweetness. Someone is talking on the sidewalk behind me, and I stitch some extra swish in my stride, hoping to draw her (or his) attention to any area below my waist.… Continue
Added by Angela on March 30, 2010 at 2:30pm —
Round and around she spun in an endless whirl of forgotten time
Children sang with carefree laughter of youth while hers echoed in her mind
Oh to relive those summer days of bliss never growing tired, always running
Please one more time on the swing? Just one more twirl?
Wake up Nana , the park is closing...
Added by michael r. oconnor on March 30, 2010 at 2:11pm —