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I listened to a lousy radio station demand money as I drove home from work yesterday and the sales pitch was worse than any advertisement.Some amateur disc jockey bitch nagged me with a mother's whine, the kind of sound old girlfriends make immediately prior to being dumped. I listened to her anguish and I cringed.Then her...

Today I found them by chance and re-read them: he tells me it’s because of the drink that he is in jail and that he is going to stop when he gets released and he is never going to drink again and that he misses me and asks me to look after ma: he writes he is sorry and regretful and...

My husband had no idea that he’d proposed. Nor I. We just suddenly found people turning upoutside our home with salads. Sweetmeats. Kitchen appliances. We looked at each other, shrugged.“Do you think they mean to kill us?” “I’m not sure. It’s possible.”

"yeah, i don't know why they don't legalize this stuff," karsten said.i watched the thick plume of smoke snake up out of his joint and collect at the top of the ceiling"yeah," i said"it's like, can you imagine if they made alcohol illegal again like they should, cuz the stuff is way more lethal than weed""it is,"...

So i went online to study the one that says it's "the web's most active poetry forum" or some shit like that.I started reading a thread, which is poetry forum lingo for a poem followed by a bunch of comments from other poets. I scrolled down to the middle...

Establishing my negative credentials. I curse at work, to myself, but loud enough for everyone to notice. I make fun of ridiculous rules and sneer at the company dogs I'm surrounded by.By implication I mean everyone, because when I make enemies, I do it whole. And there's something in me that needs to flush everything...

Wife smoked and drank hard cider while I got another headache on a smoggy sunday afternoon with the neighbors’ children screaming and banging on the wall. And the tape recorder had to be returned for warranty work because it was fucked up and wife’s Smith Corona typewriter was fucked up also again because everything we buy turns out...

A dirty little demon is crawling up my pants leg determined to gnaw off my genitals with its sharp little demon teeth but I grab it by its hag hair and slam its head against the corner of my desk, then I fling its solid little body across the room into one of my...