Bus Stop, by Donald Justice

Lights are burning In quiet rooms Where lives go on Resembling ours.The quiet lives That follow us — These lives we lead But do not own — Stand in the rain So quietly When we are gone, So quietly… And the last bus Comes letting dark Umbrellas out — Black flowers, black flowers. And lives…

“Indian Education,” by Sherman Alexie

(an excerpt) FIRST GRADE My hair was too short and my U.S. Government glasses were horn-rimmed, ugly, and all that first winter in school, the other Indian boys chased me from one corner of the playground to the other. They pushed me down, buried me in the snow until I couldn’t breathe, thought I’d never…

9 Outtakes from “Chuck Klosterman X”

1) On how quotidian life is like killing zombies Every zombie war is a war of attrition. It’s always a numbers game, and it’s more repetitive than complex. In other words, zombie killing is philosophically similar to reading and deleting four hundred work emails on a Monday morning, or filling out paperwork that only generates…