The train wails a lonely cry as the cars behind drone and screech metal on metal rumble rumble rumble squeal squeal wail wail wail rumble rumble rumble The house shakes from the vibration The roar groan permeates these thin walls and single panes of amplifying glass Faintly I hear the horn saying, GOOD BYEEEE, GOOOD…
A Small List
Continued from the previous post Anne LaMott. Thanks M_______ for sending the book to me. Insomnia works in my favor here. I have time to read a book though it feels like slow torture to be awake when the world is asleep. Thanks again for saving me from clean ing though I should try to…
So much for sleep
I wish! 4:something and my back woke me up I could have sworn I was sleeping I even have the residue of a dream floating in my brain. Can't catch it though. It must have made it to the door at the end of the hallway It fled like Fall does when Winter arrives swing…
Louise Nevelson-Quotations Day 3
"I always felt, when these people try that, let them have a good time. She was no challenge to me, but I must have been to her, so I let her do what she wanted and I did what I wanted." "If you make people understand the irony of a terribly shy person who is…
I was thinking again. (Runaway, runaway…) edited
There was a phrase in my head last night before I fellasleepintomypillowandmysubconsciouscameouttoplay. Lost forever in the mines Not coming out you can't make me I could squeeze my head until the words magically appear then shoot out through my fingers tapping the keys spelled on screen. It's just not going to happen. Lost thoughts are…
Writing 201: Poetry Finger Prose Poem Missing Assonance just a smidge of poetic disobedience
Yesterday, was not an emergency, though I posted with urgency the prose poem describing what her fingers crush and mash She, cleaned and sated, I couldn't have waited then to my job I did dash. ----------------------------- Day 7 Part Two Prompt: Finger Form: Prose Poem Device: Missing Assonance When first born they grip you with…
Writing 201:Poetry Prompt-Fingers: Form-Prose Poem: Device-Assonance
Writing 201: Poetry Prompt: fingers Form: Prose Poem Device: Assonance She mashes her fingers through the apple and food debris with abandon flipping, squealing, snorting, laughing until the tray is clean and the food all in her hair is a decoration of ornate resistance to the fact that she should now be asleep. She delicately…
Amanuensis Sobriquet-Reverie 