#FreeVerse
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...
“must represent the governess for, of course, the creature itsel… could not inspire such terror.” staring at me fixedly, no trace of recognition.
If sadness is akin to patience, we’re back! Pattern recognition was our first response
Shooting pleasures Ok’d by My being seen For Or as
Complex systems can arise from simple rules. It’s not that we want to survive, it’s that we’ve been drugged
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 girl is running. Don’t tell me “She’s running for her bus.” All that aside!
Ventriloquy is the mother tongue. Can you colonize rejection by phrasing your request, “Me want?”
The very flatness of portraits makes for nostalgia in the connoisseur. Here’s the latest
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
Card in pew pocket announces, “I am here.” I made only one statement because of a bad winter.
You’re it. It is (you are) an error with an arsenal of disguises,
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