Monday, August 31, 2009

His books don't sound
like he had any fun
writing them.
But you see ads,
you can buy every book
Zane Grey wrote and
fill up a whole shelf.
For people who
don't know any better.

Elmore Leonard
Up in Honey's Room

Monday, August 24, 2009

It had been good.
He'd thought he loved her,
and she'd certainly acted
the part of loving him.
It was like getting cut
across the throat
when he found she was laying
not one guy, not even two--
but every beer-faced stud
in the county.
And then coming back to him
with her fine virginal face,
her just-for-you-honey body,
and her church-going, fine, clean
mind that manufactured
all the crazy promises
that had him standing
on his ear night and day.
And he never knew until
that time in a bar,
when a stranger began
bragging to him
about the quick piece
he'd knocked off
that afternoon
in a park
on the edge of town.

Gil Brewer
Little Tramp

Monday, August 17, 2009

I don't mind if you
forgot my name.
It's about as ordinary
as a name can be.
Even I feel like
forgetting it sometimes.
It's not that easy, though,
to forget your own name.

Haruki Murakami
After Dark
(translated by Jay Rubin)

Monday, August 10, 2009

are just
a nuisance.

John Farris
Baby Moll

Monday, August 3, 2009

it is good
for a man
to be drunk.

Dorothy B. Hughes
Ride the Pink Horse