Joseph Scorselo Untitled – You You are awake. Your lids are closed. You see a dense, opaque, and orange fog. The lights are on. There is no sound. Nothing is automatic. Action depends on thought and command. The slow-motion transfer of information from mind to body consumes all that is left of life. Your struggle [...]
Archive for January, 2008
#17
Posted in Poetry on January 13, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
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Posted in Poetry on January 9, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Aleathia Drehmer Take I am folded into this neat circle of newly adopted friends of friends. Innocently, they lend acceptance into my hands that I will surely take for granted.
#15
Posted in Poetry on January 1, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Juliana Vargas And In The Gloom Smoked air Smells of burning maple Leaves at my feet Air so crisp Nose red as apples
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