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Final Reflection
Posted in Uncategorized on May 14, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Poetry Portfolio
Posted in Uncategorized on May 9, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
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Sonnet, in itself
Posted in Uncategorized on April 25, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
It was so hard for me to write this line,
to get the words to fit within the beat.
It must have been so hard for this poet
To scrawl this soundless solitary stock.
I do not have the imagination
to get past the fifth line of a sonnet.
And yet here we are moving on to eight.
How long can this [...]
Posted in Uncategorized on April 22, 2008 | 2 Comments »
I wrote this poem, but I am concerned about the “semi-automatic” in the fifth line, I think it is too severe.
Murder
There is something lovely about the position
of your taut waist and your shoulder, in addition
to the perfect authentic cadence formed from your
hairline to your chin, but listening to you snore
often makes me draw our semi-automatic,
and [...]
Fiction Portfolio
Posted in Uncategorized on April 22, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
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Poetry Inauguration
Posted in Uncategorized on April 21, 2008 | 1 Comment »
She is as in a field a silken tent
At midday when the sunny summer breeze
Has dried the dew and all its ropes relent,
So that in guys it gently sways at ease,
And its supporting central cedar pole,
That is its pinnacle to heavenward
And signifies the sureness of the soul,
Seems to owe naught to any single cord,
But strictly [...]
Third revision of long short story, “Quiche Court”
Posted in Uncategorized on April 17, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
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I tweaked the flashbacks after referring to William Trevor, and tried to clarify or cut some things. It should read differently! Thank you thank you thank you for everyone’s advice.
Please read my short story, I know that it is long
Posted in Uncategorized on April 16, 2008 | 2 Comments »
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Anonymous, or Su Ann Yomo
Posted in Uncategorized on April 7, 2008 | 1 Comment »
Dear Price,
A stench has come over the house in your absence. Bookle-duck died. I think I’m going to run away with that lawyer Alexander. Alexander shot Bookle-Duck with a rifle. Actually, we both did. Oh, and I’m drunk.
Much love,
Su Ann Yomo
Flash Fiction
Posted in Uncategorized on April 6, 2008 | 2 Comments »
Who dun it?
Before the bomb exploded, an obese woman in high heels dawdled on her cane, choosing the perfect blueberry muffin from a tray of identical blueberry muffins. A man in the last phase of attractiveness stood behind her. His hair was ashen, but his waist was still firm, clasped by a belt that [...]
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