#FreeVerse
A career in vestige management. A dream job back—engineering shifts in salience. I’m so far
We know the story. She turns back to find her trail devoured by birds. The years; the
spider on the cold expanse of glass, three stories high rests intently and so purely alone. I’m not like that!
Discomfort marks the boundary. One early symptom was the boundary… The invention of hunger. I could use energy. To serve.
It’s as if we’ve just been turned… in order to learn that the beetle we’ve caught and are now devouring is our elder brother
The idea that they were reenacting something which had been staged in the first place bothered her. If she wanted to go on, she’d need to ignore this limp chronology. She assumed he was...
With whom do you leave yourself during reveries? The one making coffee or doing the driving—
You’re it. It is (you are) an error with an arsenal of disguises,
If sadness is akin to patience, we’re back! Pattern recognition was our first response
A girl is running. Don’t tell me “She’s running for her bus.” All that aside!
The jacaranda, for instance, is be… but not serious. That much I can guess. And that the view
There were distinctive dips and shivers in the various foliage, syncopated, almost cadenced in the way
Shooting pleasures Ok’d by My being seen For Or as
Card in pew pocket announces, “I am here.” I made only one statement because of a bad winter.
So these are the hills of home. H… nearly subliminal. To see them is… double, hear bad puns delivered wi… An untoward familiarity. Rising from my sleep, the road is…