#FreeVerse
Discomfort marks the boundary. One early symptom was the boundary… The invention of hunger. I could use energy. To serve.
Sad, fat boy in pirate hat. Long, old, dented, copper—colored Ford. How many traits must a thing have
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
“must represent the governess for, of course, the creature itsel… could not inspire such terror.” staring at me fixedly, no trace of recognition.
Card in pew pocket announces, “I am here.” I made only one statement because of a bad winter.
A girl is running. Don’t tell me “She’s running for her bus.” All that aside!
The very flatness of portraits makes for nostalgia in the connoisseur. Here’s the latest
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…
The doll told me to exist. It said, “Hypnotize yourself.” It said time would be transfixed.
There were distinctive dips and shivers in the various foliage, syncopated, almost cadenced in the way
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...
Shooting pleasures Ok’d by My being seen For Or as
A career in vestige management. A dream job back—engineering shifts in salience. I’m so far
A merchant is probing for us with his chintz curtain effect. *