When I hit that
When I hit that pavement at 70 or 80 mph those suits just ripped. Evel Knievel
Ripped
Fireheart tensed, waiting for
Fireheart tensed, waiting for whatever had hunted down these apprentices to emerge from the trees and attack, but nothing stirred. Feeling as if his legs hardly belonged to him, he sprang down and stumbled across to Swiftpaw. The apprentice lay on his side, his legs splayed out. His black-and-white fur was torn, and his body … Read more
My body Healed quickly.
My body Healed quickly. But the wound to my psyche was deep. Wide. First aid, too little, too late, left me hemorrhaging inside, the blood unstaunched by psychological bandage or love’s healing magic. Eventually it scabbed over, a thick, ugly welt of memory. I work to conceal it, but no matter how hard I try, … Read more
Spilling a Secret What
Spilling a Secret What its size, will have varying consequences. It’s not possible to predict what will happen if you open the gunnysack, let the cat escape. A liberated feline might purr on your lap, or it might scratch your eyes out. You can’t tell until you loosen the knot. Do you chance losing a … Read more
If a poem hasn\\’t
If a poem hasn’t ripped apart your soul; you haven’t experienced poetry. Edgar Allan Poe
The first song I
The first song I wrote, in fifth grade, was totally ripped from Jeffrey Lewis. My aunt’s boyfriend gave me bass lessons, and I played drums for a year in sixth grade. Around seventh grade, I got a guitar and forgot everything else. Frankie Cosmos
Bono told me how
Bono told me how to dance in high heels and he also told me about U2’s Glastonbury performance and how everything that could have possibly gone wrong went wrong, including him ripping his trousers on stage. I think he was lunging and his trousers ripped! He was telling me how he had to find a … Read more
Devoutly the teachers point
Devoutly the teachers point out huge fumigated domes; but beneath the statues there’s no love, no love beneath the eyes set in crystal. Love is there, in flesh ripped by thirst, in the tiny hut struggling against the flood; love is there, in ditches where snakes of hunger wrestle, in the sad sea that rocks … Read more
The mouth was wide
The mouth was wide open and ripped at the corners, as though she had choked a little in giving up the tremendous vitality she had stored so long. F. Scott Fitzgerald
Old people always tell
Old people always tell you: ‘When you’ve been around as long I have, then you can argue.’ As soon as they’re ripped off, it’s a different story. Doug Stanhope