#FreeVerse
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 jacaranda, for instance, is be… but not serious. That much I can guess. And that the view
Ventriloquy is the mother tongue. Can you colonize rejection by phrasing your request, “Me want?”
A career in vestige management. A dream job back—engineering shifts in salience. I’m so far
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 doll told me to exist. It said, “Hypnotize yourself.” It said time would be transfixed.
Sad, fat boy in pirate hat. Long, old, dented, copper—colored Ford. How many traits must a thing have
Shooting pleasures Ok’d by My being seen For Or as
If sadness is akin to patience, we’re back! Pattern recognition was our first response
There were distinctive dips and shivers in the various foliage, syncopated, almost cadenced in the way
Card in pew pocket announces, “I am here.” I made only one statement because of a bad winter.
With whom do you leave yourself during reveries? The one making coffee or doing the driving—
A girl is running. Don’t tell me “She’s running for her bus.” All that aside!
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...