The Obelisk (Part I)

     Tabitha could appreciate the influence of Egyptian art on the architecture of her tenement building. The sandy look of rubbed and naked walls, the windows which seemed as if they’d been carved out by hand from stone and only thousands of years later filled in with sheets of glass. But what stood tall above [...]

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Ten First Lines

One of which, I’ve used…
1. We’re no longer going to talk about rhyming words with cities.
2. In the end, all that it came down to was simple subtraction and the smell of eucalyptus leaves.
3. She used to tell me that horses could see through trees.
4. Pillows overwhelm me in the kitchen, though no one knows [...]

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Objets d’Art

At the tea party
where we’ve coloured our cupcakes
and rebuilt explosions
of what crystal shards now cling
to our wet
lips, the hands of each
of us badly covered—white gloves
stolen from dark rooms
and photographer-fathers,
now ribbon-tied or buttons sewn
with a misattention
to symmetry (only lettuce
on our white bread not
watercress)—you push out
your end finger, that iceberg,
a fledgling
tree limb shaking still,
and with your copied
English [...]

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Journey 4

Done outside of class, while I was beating the drum-instrument:
Ballerina-like again slipping down through the tree parts and a quick tunnel opening up to me lying on my back on a creekside beach hands behind my head sun shining down, cut to: me braiding my horse’s hair, the feel of it between my fingers, at [...]

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Poindexter and Anotnia: Book One (Part IV)

     So here we are at the climax of the story. This is where Antonia tells Poindexter that she doesn’t really love him and it was all fake. This makes Poindexter sad. And then she says “just playing around with you, i was kidding,” and he smiled and they made out under the pale moonligt. [...]

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Poindexter and Atonnia: Book One (Part III)

     They probablywere not suitable for Antonia either but she had fantsed like I said, and the when she woke up—well, by that time the war was over because most wars don’t last tht long but this was the shortest, anywya and Poindexter joined it really late, like three months into it or four or [...]

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Poindexter and Antonina: Book One (Part II)

     So there they were, at the <place where showgirls are>, and they really had no reason for being there accept that they could so they did and they were and there was nothing anybody else could do or say taht would stop them. How do you pretend to say something? You must be pretty [...]

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Poindexter and Antonia: Book One (Part I)

From sophomore year, the beloved tale that Miranda and I wove one night to piss off fellow Eddas members (by submitting this story, which is purposefully horrible but, admittedly, hilarious).  We alternated paragraphs, beginning with me.  Digitally remastered for a new generation, I bring you:
Poindexter and Antonia: Book One   
  This story is not very good but [...]

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Drinking Beer and Watching Football

     What I’ll never understand: why grass grows where it knows it will be burned.  Or: why we try to put it where it’s not, grass the all-filler–like Easter grass, a grand mass of thinly-shaven plastic waiting to be untangled from basket scraps and hollows, holding in a globe only twenty chocolates (egg-shapped, peanut butter-filled [...]

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Propeller Is Side-Seam Pockets: A Cut-Up

to the courthouse warmed Cognac sliding doors, because
glass hoppers shape and polish the home-canned vegetables,
began to creep nightingale and faux berries,
She pressed the chic lime Bring the natural we’ve been going
rustic mahogany stain and feathering windmill celadon green
antique bronze-finished great-granfather, our
jumping smoke, unless jalapeno pepper
A small wooden and one dinner knife.
scrambled eggs for pine grove [...]

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