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My Blue Period

In Blocked on 10 March, 2010

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The Slush Machine

In Fiction on 24 February, 2010

Depend­ing on their ima­gin­at­ive powers, a snow­fall can remind people of moult­ing angel-wings, of per­ish­ing may­flies or of a defect­ive TV screen. When the Assist­ant Sub­mis­sions Editor of Con­glom­er­ated Pub­lish­ing, Inc. emerged from the sub­way that day into a swirl of snow­flakes, he tried to be reminded of noth­ing at all—snow is snow is snow—but couldn’t help think­ing, as usual, of mil­lions of manu­script pages being shred­ded on high.

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If Shakespeare Were Alive Today

In Fiction on 16 February, 2010

3.15.06

Dear Editor,

Attached is my poetry sub­mis­sion for your con­sid­er­a­tion: Venus and Adonis. I am a new writer and thought your site the per­fect match for this poem. Thank you for your time in read­ing this.

Beware the Ides of March,

Wil­liam Shakespeare
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Fragments

In Poetry on 9 February, 2010

These words were for­got­ten and found and cut up
On strips and sheets and folds
Of paper lin­ing
Lanes and aven­ues and streets.
When I had fin­ished stitch­ing, I read: Read the rest of this entry »

Lessons from a week of handwriting

In Process on 3 February, 2010

Scribble scratch a swiggle sways and loo

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       ps down under

              across

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This Piece of Writing

In Process on 26 January, 2010

I fell in love with this piece of writ­ing about fif­teen minutes ago when I decided to start writ­ing it. Rather, I fell in love with the idea of writ­ing it, since it didn’t exist yet. But now that I have star­ted writ­ing it, I am offi­cially in love with this piece of writ­ing. Read the rest of this entry »

Three poems

In Poetry on 18 January, 2010

iLove Let­ters

when you
play with the pearl
of my ear­lobe
on the tip
of your tongue
it’s like a ninja move
you render me help­less
as if i’ve for­got­ten
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The Poet (a fable)

In Fiction on 12 January, 2010

A man sits down and writes a poem. It is not a great poem, he knows, but still, he has writ­ten it, and so it makes him feel proud. Every­where he goes, he recites it in his head.

Then one day the man has a great idea.

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These are my pictures

In Process on 6 January, 2010

These are my pictures:

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