#FreeVerse
“must represent the governess for, of course, the creature itsel… could not inspire such terror.” staring at me fixedly, no trace of recognition.
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…
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—
You may “have” sex— but those round sink—holes beneath the off—ramps, scabbed with whatever
The jacaranda, for instance, is be… but not serious. That much I can guess. And that the view
We know the story. She turns back to find her trail devoured by birds. The years; the
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?”
Complex systems can arise from simple rules. It’s not that we want to survive, it’s that we’ve been drugged
Sad, fat boy in pirate hat. Long, old, dented, copper—colored Ford. How many traits must a thing have
What if I were turned on by seemi… or “extrapolate?” What if I maneuvered conversation… words? Perhaps the excitement would come…
The very flatness of portraits makes for nostalgia in the connoisseur. Here’s the latest
If sadness is akin to patience, we’re back! Pattern recognition was our first response
Discomfort marks the boundary. One early symptom was the boundary… The invention of hunger. I could use energy. To serve.