Two things that have one thing in common but are great by themselves:
As closure to my Dzanc all* Best of the Web in one place nominees & Dzanc all* Best of the Web in one place nominees – cont’d. posts, here is a partial list of works chosen by Kathy Fish, Matt Bell, and the editorial staff at Dzanc Books to be included their Best of the Web 2010 anthololgy.
Alice Blue Review
I’m afraid if God saw me, he would very nearly recognize me.
my teeth played like the keys of a xylophone
The Barefoot Muse
Who was asking for you that you’ve come knocking on my door,/And looking like a single spark in an August of no rain?
Dark clouds hang low, and she’d like to snag one with her fingernail.
If you had a boy to love what would you not do?
Carte Blanche Literary Review
To worry about snow is to be snow, bound; and snow’s where I got married and this picture of him running like a cartoon and his sad-happy eyes is like a canvas I can write anything I want.
the discovery of snail warfare in the margins/of monastic manuscripts, the zero/that could hold an empty space, the neutron bomb,/the seedless tangerine.
Peonies, azalea, sweet-scented osmanthus—I beheaded/them all.
The trees are not enough.
A man with such loneliness repels even the moon’s face in water.
They rested there, a man and a woman motionless holding hands, until the pounding of drums announced dinner.
Fiction Writers Review
Withholding details—in other words, failing to communicate well—is a sign of a monster.
She’s at the window, blowing smoke at the stars. “I’d pull them out by their roots if I could.”
Nothing She said Would make me happier.
> kill author
He fans out his fingers and I feel his hand not as a certain thing, but as a variable, as a thing that can change.
The coals might pop and light the straw grass on fire and maybe burn the whole yard, maybe burn the house and the barn, spread to the field, blow into town and choke the sky with a sooty eclipse.
The presidents oh man the scenario and the sun, but remain untagged.
Everything that happened underground was doctrine
Mississippi Review Online
She lay on her bed with the phone up snug to her ear during this particular conversation and her room seemed smaller to her after he said this.
We watched the orange streetlights come on, and sweated without knowing it.
Night Train Magazine
They’ve been writing on the walls with themselves.
No Tell Motel
Forget/in both directions from this moment.
Before the sky got low and touched the ground and the neighborhood got small and fragile and the storms came through and tore trees apart and threw them onto houses and garages and split cars in half and pulled away the swamp grass and cat-tails and roof shingles, and rope swings, we spent our days in play.
The Northville Review
I liked being in my room, and I liked walking around outside looking for birds’ nests, fox holes, new growth in the spring.
Am I the only one in this who hopes it gets worse?
I built a bridge for strong and sturdy. I built a bridge and named it Doris.
She also once told me she felt like she was drowning.
The Summerset Review
Butter flows slower than blood.
My history of falls is unkind.
He kept them tethered with string and fed them regular doses of helium from a baby bottle.
Valparaiso Poetry Review
Their mouths are full./They have no wings.
The sink was water-stained, the mirror missing a corner. I recognized myself in it right away.
A writer, when he’s asked to discuss his craft, ought to get up and call out in a loud voice just the names of the writers he loves. I love Kafka, Flaubert, Tolstoy, Chekhov, Dostoevsky, Proust, O’Casey, Rilke, Lorca, Keats, Rimbaud, Burns, E. Brontë, Jane Austen, Henry James, Blake, Coleridge. I won’t name any living writers. I don’t think it’s right. –J. D. Salinger
Things That Used to Be Legal
Sunday afternoons a giant cigar
Animated packs dancing, singing of their flavor
This hurt the most to lose
Bloated nights cushioning eggshell days
“I believe that when we are in the presence of interpreted music, we are watching the creative process as it happens. It is a very special moment. It’s something that, while scientists are looking deep into space, looking for the moment of creation – how can we do that in our ordinary lives? I think we do it when we look at sports, when we look at music, when we look at dance. It’s a moment when we can participate in that moment of creation. It’s a powerful, powerful moment.” –Philip Glass
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The last 6 months of 2009, anyway. It’s a young blog.
I’ll sleep just like a match inside
Your paper lantern heart
I have a hard green pear for lunch. It resembles your heart.
the story describes richie benaud’s face. how it has changed over the years. sunken in. how his eyes have evolved from tadpoles to frogs. eyes can be frogs, contends the story, and a recent photograph of richie benaud confirms the story’s assertion.