tattycoram

The man on the subway in dirty white Converse would turn sudden, still holding a rolled flier under his nose like a mustache, to click like ...

"Observe what's vivid."

I watch the haunted places before bed. I eat natural chips. We learn the lady, the witch of the house, her green brocade, her chandelier. T...

(translated into Chinese and back into English and then into Dutch and back into English) I to awake sleep, and inspects me awakes well to a...

(Thanks, e.!)

(poem made up of other people's lines) Almost impossible for a girl, a woman to myself all day like a fieldful of August so green to say...

Sometimes she would lie on the floor sort of meditating, gathering a kind of strength and also letting her mind drift. Often as she lay the...

It's Tuesday July sun on the brick wall through the grate the kind of bird that screams and the kind that sings and the kind that squawk...