#Americans #LanguagePoetry #Women #FreeVerse
We know the story. She turns back to find her trail devoured by birds. The years; the
The doll told me to exist. It said, “Hypnotize yourself.” It said time would be transfixed.
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…
With whom do you leave yourself during reveries? The one making coffee or doing the driving—
There were distinctive dips and shivers in the various foliage, syncopated, almost cadenced in the way
A merchant is probing for us with his chintz curtain effect. *
What if I were turned on by seemi… or “extrapolate?” What if I maneuvered conversation… words? Perhaps the excitement would come…
Discomfort marks the boundary. One early symptom was the boundary… The invention of hunger. I could use energy. To serve.
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...
Complex systems can arise from simple rules. It’s not that we want to survive, it’s that we’ve been drugged
Card in pew pocket announces, “I am here.” I made only one statement because of a bad winter.
Sad, fat boy in pirate hat. Long, old, dented, copper—colored Ford. How many traits must a thing have
“must represent the governess for, of course, the creature itsel… could not inspire such terror.” staring at me fixedly, no trace of recognition.
A career in vestige management. A dream job back—engineering shifts in salience. I’m so far
Ventriloquy is the mother tongue. Can you colonize rejection by phrasing your request, “Me want?”
