from Dylan Nice’s “Thin Enough to Break,” published in NOON 2009 We burned candles and people looked spiritual in the soft light. A brunette in a black blouse sang about how she couldn’t keep from singing. The only words I took away were “happy fault.”
The San Antonio Spurs make the playoffs. A lot. →
Samuel Beckett on his ideal gravestone:
empirewithoutanemperor: “It can be any colour, so long as it’s grey.”
You can read my story, “Let Us,” for free over at the Sonora Review Short Fiction Fortnight. Thanks, Benjamin!
I have two 3-hole punches; I do not have a stapler.
Letter to poet requesting future drunk
nickcourtright: Dear person, You live on Earth and I live on Earth and we both have word diseases so sometime we should commiserate on our suffering with beer. Maybe together we can have a good cry for language and our souls. Thoughts? Nick