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Not a bad view at the office tonight! #work #kwhp #avgeek #madmarkmotorsports #ihaveaverybigofficedoor (at Vista Air Inc)

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I've been working on this SIKORSKY S56 for years and FINALY got a ride today! #sikorsky #s56 #helicopter #work #kwhp #madmarkmotorsports (at Whiteman Airport)

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This is what a sentence, (in this case) a prompt, looks like.

Write a poem that is a single sentence long. Creative use of line breaks and grammar required, of course!

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"With Him, With Her"

In the mornings, she stands naked in a hallway of mirrors

dangling beads form her fingertips

On the floor by her feet are glass jars

where she stores her memories

He folds his shirts on Sundays

and sits in stillness by the stove,

spider hands folded left over right on top of spider legs

while the table turns at his chest

I'd knock at his window panes until his shadow felt guilty

He'd bring me to the daybed

where he'd leave me moments after

for jarred memories of her and his turning table by the stove

I'd lay, burnt by the sun, until the fog would come.   -Annalise Constantz

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I Like My Body When It Is With Your

“i like my body when it is with your body. It is so quite new a thing. Muscles better and nerves more. i like your body.  i like what it does, i like its hows.  i like to feel the spine of your body and its bones,and the trembling -firm-smooth ness and which i will again and again and again kiss, i like kissing this and that of you, i like, slowly stroking the,shocking fuzz of your electric furr,and what-is-it comes over parting flesh….And eyes big love-crumbs, and possibly i like the thrill of under me you so quite new” by e e cummings

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The Imperfect Enjoyment

”Naked she lay, clasped in my longing arms, I filled with love, and she all over charms; Both equally inspired with eager fire, Melting through kindness, flaming in desire. With arms, legs, lips close clinging to embrace, She clips me to her breast, and sucks me to her face. Her nimble tongue, Love's lesser lightening, played Within my mouth, and to my thoughts conveyed Swift orders that I should prepare to throw The all-dissolving thunderbolt below. My fluttering soul, sprung with the painted kiss, Hangs hovering o'er her balmy brinks of bliss. But whilst her busy hand would guide that part Which should convey my soul up to her heart, In liquid raptures I dissolve all o'er,  Melt into sperm, and spend at every pore. A touch from any part of her had done't: Her hand, her foot, her very look's a cunt.

Smiling, she chides in a kind murmuring noise, And from her body wipes the clammy joys,  When, with a thousand kisses wandering o'er My panting bosom, "Is there then no more?" She cries. "All this to love and rapture's due; Must we not pay a debt to pleasure too?"

But I, the most forlorn, lost man alive, To show my wished obedience vainly strive: I sigh, alas! and kiss, but cannot swive. Eager desires confound my first intent, Succeeding shame does more success prevent, And rage at last confirms me impotent. Ev'n her fair hand, which might bid heat return To frozen age, and make cold hermits burn, Applied to my dead cinder, warms no more Than fire to ashes could past flames restore. Trembling, confused, despairing, limber, dry,  A wishing, weak, unmoving lump I lie. This dart of love, whose piercing point, oft tried, With virgin blood ten thousand maids have dyed; Which nature still directed with such art That it through every cunt reached every heart —  Stiffly resolved, 'twould carelessly invade Woman or man, nor aught its fury stayed: Where'er it pierced, a cunt it found or made — Now languid lies in this unhappy hour, Shrunk up and sapless like a withered flower. 

Thou treacherous, base deserter of my flame, False to my passion, fatal to my fame, Through what mistaken magic dost thou prove So true to lewdness, so untrue to love? What oyster-cinder-beggar-common whore  Didst thou e'er fail in all thy life before? When vice, disease, and scandal lead the way, With what officious haste dost thou obey! Like a rude, roaring hector in the streets Who scuffles, cuffs, and justles all he meets,  But if his king or country claim his aid, The rakehell villain shrinks and hides his head; Ev'n so thy brutal valour is displayed, Breaks every stew, does each small whore invade, But when great Love the onset does command,  Base recreant to thy prince, thou dar'st not stand. Worst part of me, and henceforth hated most, Through all the town a common fucking-post, On whom each whore relieves her tingling cunt As hogs do rub themselves on gates and grunt, May'st thou to ravenous chancres be a prey, Or in consuming weepings waste away; May strangury and stone thy days attend; May'st thou ne'er piss, who did refuse to spend When all my joys did on false thee depend.

  And may ten thousand abler pricks agree   To do the wronged Corinna right for thee.”

by John Wilmot, 2nd Earl of Rochester [Maybe my new favorite example of very formal form used on a very informal subject.]

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Not Waving But Drowning

“Nobody heard him, the dead man,   But still he lay moaning: I was much further out than you thought   And not waving but drowning. Poor chap, he always loved larking And now he’s dead It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way,   They said. Oh, no no no, it was too cold always   (Still the dead one lay moaning)   I was much too far out all my life   And not waving but drowning.” by Stevie Smith [Welcome everyone to the new Kresge Writer’s House Presents! These square brackets will occasionally appear with commentary from me but for the most part I’ll try to keep it down. To fill the schedule until we’re full up on student submissions I’ll be publishing some poetry or prose from established writers. Today being the first post, we’ll get THREE; all found on Neil Gaiman’s list of his current favorite poems. (found here: http://neil-gaiman.tumblr.com/post/144233477391/what-is-your-favourite-poem-if-youve-answered)]

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Prompt!

Sorry for being a little late but here's the prompt! Write a short story/poem/draw a mini comic that opens with your favorite quote. Don't forget to send us your finished product and you can be featured on our blog 👍🏽✨