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  • NaPoWriMo Archives Re: je veux voir montréal

    you whispered soft snares about art, This is the best, Kamas, the best. I can hear them, like tch duka tch duka tch, just softly from the back of the ...

    Apr 4, 2011
  • NaPoWriMo Archives Re: cinnamon excuses for false urgencies

    angels, please sing a soothing lullaby 'cos momma's so frigid and pale; or buy her a ring or a mockingbird since she's feeling so sad and frail. oh angels, please ...

    Apr 4, 2011
  • NaPoWriMo Archives Re: i sneak in the back to avoid the front porch talk.

    April 4: I didn't cry until afterward. He made me listen to the voice mail message instead of telling me himself. He made me listen to the calm, straight ruler ...

    Apr 4, 2011
  • NaPoWriMo Archives Re: drunk with the great starry void -- jack's napowrimo thread

    rotting railroads I never knew that this could be so full of imagery. Two words bring me down a very long train track and the rails can be between anything, ...

    Apr 4, 2011
  • Fantasy Short Stories Re: Solstice

    Hello, hello! Here and hoping to help. On first read through: The movement is impenetrable in its regularity, yet it is not stiff. Nothing so natural could be stiff. Just ...

    Apr 4, 2011
  • Dramatic Poetry Re: Hold the line, another call is coming

    So, I'm not going to reference the poem you're responding to in my critique, just because I don't feel I'm educated enough to at this point, and also because I ...

    Apr 3, 2011
  • NaPoWriMo Archives Re: Scramblings and Ramblings

    I'll blink out the memories in Morse code, and maybe some sailor will find me to translate. I really like this, but it can't breathe without the rest of the ...

    Apr 3, 2011
  • NaPoWriMo Archives Re: i sneak in the back to avoid the front porch talk.

    April 3: We pretend to sit side by side I twisted a piece of your hair into mine and left it there until the moon rose and you ripped mine ...

    Apr 3, 2011
  • NaPoWriMo Archives Re: i sneak in the back to avoid the front porch talk.

    April 3: Red for Mars You used to be only seventeen and now you are nineteen and okay, listen, this is really important to me: even though we never talk ...

    Apr 3, 2011
  • NaPoWriMo Archives Re: biros in a half-shell

    it's on mornings like this – when the sky spreads above us like surpriseless Moomin jam, highly unlikely to ever be perforated – when I wish I had a lance ...

    Apr 3, 2011
  • NaPoWriMo Archives Re: i sneak in the back to avoid the front porch talk.

    April 3: An Argument after Death I remember that last time I spoke to you, we spoke about summer. You coughed up a little pollen. I brushed my hand over ...

    Apr 3, 2011
  • NaPoWriMo Archives Re: i sneak in the back to avoid the front porch talk.

    April 3: conquest From the ground I call them mountains. They seem to swim in the air and to graze the bottom of the sky, leaving white scratches that spread ...

    Apr 3, 2011
  • NaPoWriMo Archives Re: i sneak in the back to avoid the front porch talk.

    April 3: A Chapter on Attraction Illustration goes like this: a jasmine bell looks whiter surrounded by dead fall bushes. a woman looks uglier next to a child. Now step ...

    Apr 3, 2011
  • NaPoWriMo Archives Re: i sneak in the back to avoid the front porch talk.

    April 3: Only the Rats and Me I keep my ears in a box made of glass but the rats have grown stronger and are gnawing at the corners. Their ...

    Apr 3, 2011
  • NaPoWriMo Archives Re: i sneak in the back to avoid the front porch talk.

    April 2: Neighbors and Flight There is a woman who lives the floor above me who says that she wishes she would cut off her fat and hide it underneath ...

    Apr 3, 2011


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