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Anne Gorrick
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from “[Iaso]: public cloudscape infrastructure as a service” by Anne Gorrick
Anne Gorrick
The beating heart boils and becomes greater in size
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from “A Table Filled with Interest” by Anne Gorrick
There are seekers and stirrers The soul scotchtapes itself to analysis
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from “The Soul” by Anne Gorrick
Devise a new use for something already known:
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from “not, while not, or after not” by Anne Gorrick
Issue #26 - The Lyric Essay
Issue #26 – The Lyric Essay
[ct_dropcap color=”” style=”normal” ]T[/ct_dropcap]hat which at first appears to be a lyric essay may be something else, just as the converse may also be true. And that which at first appears real, under scrutiny, demonstrates a deficit of reality. So writers use language to shore up cordons around the insufficiently-real object or phrase or event precisely so that she may vivisect it into a…
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There were murders in Snowtown along with a summary of Kilimanjaro There was also a leopard ending in Kilimanjaro Mineral angels in Amarillo An Elgar extricating traction mat The Empress lives in a Lapland elf hotel There are snow fields and snow flowers and a secret fan There are snow fort backyardigans, families comprised entirely of snowglobes Globe and goose in Tulsa Even houses have songs This image might be red or black It might melt in the soonest of chords The snow kept falling on antiquity falling down a Jackson Hole Lay on the ground Make a poem out of the snow Also make a ninja woman autonarrative that is also an analysis of owls The downtown was a plate filled with peas pushed with plow shovels Fairy tales remind the speaker that we’re filled with riots, that we’re red like raspberries inside Sing the spider squall song Murders never drift into ukulele chords the unsung unfabulous Icedragons in uniforms their printables
“The Snow” by Anne Gorrick