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LOC: Harwood Heights, IL
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LAST LOGIN: July 30
LOC: Harwood Heights, IL
GEN: Male
LAST LOGIN: July 30
Time’s winged whatchamacallit is always doing something somewhere
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Version 1
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You worry that he is mad. You see him making eye contact with just you across the crowd. He just saw you spit onto his rug. You are rubbing it in with your shoe now. You feel like an asshole, alone at this party. He is a close friend of your close friend, whom you can’t seem to spot right now. He is approaching, and you are feeling worse and worse as he approaches. You look down and see the darkened spot where your spit and foot have rubbed the shag against its grain. You are an asshole and n...
Version 5
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The first person to see the body on the ground wonders if anyone saw the jump. The thud alerted him. He turned to find blood pouring like a tipped water pail out of the body on the sidewalk ten feet from him. His car keys are in his hand. He is trying to see if there's anyone in the street or in a window who is looking at him. Trying to see if someone can transfer, through his or her glance, the message that clearly he/she saw the whole bloody thing. The body is face up. Chest up. There is no...
Version 2
3 Reviews
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“…and you don’t have to listen, it’s a boring story,” she says, “but I have to tell it.” [Then go ahead and tell it] She is alone in her bedroom, getting secretly high and talking to herself while Dad watches Leno in the living room. The fact that she’s imagining conversation is not evidence of schizophrenia. Well, she hopes not. It’s more like practice. She thinks of it as something like stand-up comedy. You have to hone your material before you film the HBO special. Practicing the telling o...
Version 1
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“…and you don’t have to listen, it’s a boring story,” she says, “but I have to tell it.” [Then go ahead and tell it] She is alone in her bedroom, getting secretly high and talking to herself while Dad watches Leno in the living room. The fact that she’s imagining conversation is not evidence of schizophrenia. Well, she hopes not. It’s more like practice. She thinks of it as something like stand-up comedy. You have to hone your material before you film the HBO special. Practicing the telling o...
Version 4
3 Reviews
13 Comments
The first person to see the body on the ground wonders if anyone saw the jump. The thud alerted him. he turned to find blood pouring like a tipped water pail out of the body on the sidewalk ten feet from him. He is trying to see if there is anyone in the street or in a window who can look at him and transfer through his or her glance the message that clearly he/she saw the whole thing, the way people always look when that happens. He notices that the head looks nothing like a head, more a cra...
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I really enjoyed this poem. I find it to be a perfect and appropriate metaphor, and used well. I could not think of any criticism of the first stanza. I might think about the first word. The whole stanza might be a bit more vague without it, and I wouldn't begin to say whether that can be good or bad. It's a matter of taste, as you say. The one line in the second stanza that strikes me as not as strong as the rest is "Lap at a tip jar filled with pain." I think that "filled with pain" is just...
There is feeling here, a powerful emotion. But without something to direct it to, without some subject, it seems abstract and vague. I would think to put an image here, or to clarify just what it is that inspires such pain. It might even work to use an image that is not what caused the pain itself, but that might parallel the cause in some way. If it is a break up causing the pain, or a death, think of some image or situation that might cause similar pain. Or maybe incorporate some metaphors ...
seems like a pure expression of emotion here. Not sure if it's a poem since it lacks form and imagery, but it seems real in a way that's inescapable and powerful. I would take the feelings here and think of images or moments that might elicit similar feelings. The images always speak more deeply than the feelings themselves. "Show don't tell" as they say. I like the last line especially. I've felt such a way before and love to hear something so easy to relate to. To avoid cliche, i would avoi...
This piece does well to capture the monotony of working in a restaurant, which I appreciate. I never washed my uniform. The only part that strikes me as a bit awkward is the description of the fibers of her nerves. It's a matter of taste though, so I can't suggest how to rewrite it, if at all. The beginning is a bit confusing too, but i chalk it up to my own ignorance. You are able to say a lot with few words which is a great gift. I can't pick this apart too much, so i'll just say thanks and...
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