The School pay to make dreams sort of happen. They don’t promise this will happen, but you can tell a sort of artist resume —weight, height, eye and hair color black and white too curvy too short no loyalty next money makers. IT. You are not it. But you hope the way...

Nothing earthshaking here and they need more work, although I think I returned some dignity to the bored typist and well, the dog is okay. Unreal City,(Dogs, too, in the Wasteland) death sighs, short and infrequent flow up the hill with a dead sound I knew, and stop...

You want to see poverty, let me take you home to Sobral. I grew up eating dust, sand, the odd nut, and improvised verse. This was before rap and funk and the big supermarkets sold soda and microwave popcorn. We were the inspiration for popcorn. I sang in church and...

Hi All - again, i misunderstood the timing, so apologies for this late entry. i loved all the reading and this exercise. I combined the epistolary prompt with the "use your imagination" prompt and sort of came up with a hybrid, interrupted letter (started to write it...

"The future is a past that has not yet come to pass. Do you ever suddenly find it strange to be yourself?" –Clarice Lispector The hollow monotony vibrates through porous mouths. Intoxication of sky lodges its devouring yawn between humans and me. Cigarettes blind the...

(Hmmm, this is harder than I thought. My copy of the 'crossed-out' didn't translate (it follows). I made a few punctuation type changes to fit new sentences...and I might have chosen a more inspiring source, but it seemed funny at first. Process was very interesting...

Dog days, my grandma used to call them, tattered end of a summer that hung on too long after it should have, a murderous furnace of days. Think cold, she’d say while we sat out front. Think of snow and the dim white of a bone moon in December. Dog days, the old mutt...

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