Wednesday, October 16, 2019

When pens become triangles


what is being measured?  Do nouns and verbs understand equidistant in a poem?  How would a wooden spoon related to these conditions?  The air is shifting; time, falling.  Pens might just be the corral to hold us together.
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  1. Susan E. GangelOctober 17, 2019 at 11:31 AM

    sit here beside me and spin round the Madagascar--
    let's try to answer: When did the serpentine woman stop looking for her watch?

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