#Americans #LanguagePoetry #Women #FreeVerse
The very flatness of portraits makes for nostalgia in the connoisseur. Here’s the latest
A merchant is probing for us with his chintz curtain effect. *
“must represent the governess for, of course, the creature itsel… could not inspire such terror.” staring at me fixedly, no trace of recognition.
Complex systems can arise from simple rules. It’s not that we want to survive, it’s that we’ve been drugged
We know the story. She turns back to find her trail devoured by birds. The years; the
The jacaranda, for instance, is be… but not serious. That much I can guess. And that the view
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—
Shooting pleasures Ok’d by My being seen For Or as
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...
Sad, fat boy in pirate hat. Long, old, dented, copper—colored Ford. How many traits must a thing have
A career in vestige management. A dream job back—engineering shifts in salience. I’m so far
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
What if I were turned on by seemi… or “extrapolate?” What if I maneuvered conversation… words? Perhaps the excitement would come…
You’re it. It is (you are) an error with an arsenal of disguises,
