October 2009
4 posts
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a dirty little secret
I have a crush on someone I’ve never seen. I don’t even know his face or name, but I love what he writes. Definitely, he has a special wittiness and an awesome sense of humor.
What does he look like?
What colours are his eyes?
Does he shave every day?
How does his voice sounds like?
How does he smell?
Have we ever shared a bus ride or being together on the same place at the same...
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The Babysitters
It is ten years, now, since we rowed to Children’s Island. The sun flamed straight down that noon on the water off Marblehead. That summer we wore black glasses to hide our eyes. We were always crying, in our spare rooms, little put-upon sisters, In the two, huge, white, handsome houses in Swampscott. When the sweetheart from England appeared, with her cream skin and Yardley cosmetics, I had...
September 2009
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Daddy
You do not do, you do not do Any more, black shoe In which I have lived like a foot For thirty years, poor and white, Barely daring to breathe or Achoo. Daddy, I have had to kill you. You died before I had time—- Marble-heavy, a bag full of God, Ghastly statue with one gray toe Big as a Frisco seal And a head in the freakish Atlantic Where it pours bean green over blue In the waters off the...
El pelotudo chispeante...
I love this guy! If you understand any spanish you will laugh your ass off with this!
unpelotudocualquiera:
Ayer domingo, se quemaron en simultaneo dos lamparitas de ambos veladores del dormitorio. Como no podía quedar a oscuras y por el día y hora era imposible conseguir una lamparita, me decidí por sacar una lámpara del aplique del techo que tenía tres. Cuando me disponía a desenroscar una...
DE CARNE SOMOS
This is an awesome short story from a guy I am following and I love most of his pieces! It is written in spanish but is really really cool, so if you know some spanish you will enjoy it.
cheers!
H.
unpelotudocualquiera:
Ahí, sin saberlo me estaba esperando. Salida de las mismísimas brasas del infierno, sudorosa e inmovil; ignoraba por completo lo que estaba por pasar. Gran parte de la mañana...
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Female Author
All day she plays at chess with the bones of the world: Favored (while suddenly the rains begin Beyond the window) she lies on cushions curled And nibbles an occasional bonbon of sin. Prim, pink-breasted, feminine, she nurses Chocolate fancies in rose-papered rooms Where polished higboys whisper creaking curses And hothouse roses shed immortal blooms. The garnets on her fingers twinkle quick And...
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Aftermath
Compelled by calamity’s magnet They loiter and stare as if the house Burnt-out were theirs, or as if they thought Some scandal might any minute ooze From a smoke-choked closet into light; No deaths, no prodigious injuries Glut these hunters after an old meat, Blood-spoor of the austere tragedies. Mother Medea in a green smock Moves humbly as any housewife through Her ruined apartments,...
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Dialogue Between Ghost and Priest
In the rectory garden on his evening walk Paced brisk Father Shawn. A cold day, a sodden one it was In black Novemeber. After a sliding rain Dew stood in chill sweat on each stalk, Each thorn; spiring from wet earth, a blue haze Hung caught in dark-webbed branches like a fabulous heron. Hauled sudden from solitude, Hair prickling on his head, Father Shawn perceived a ghost Shaping itself from that...