Cocooned, wrapped up, ensconced.
Faces and surfaces become more pronounced;
all the leaves falling from
the wet, black, bough.
~nod to Mr Pound.
Abit of this, some of that...
- Typewriter
- Once upon a time there was a girl who liked writing poetry. One day, she wanted to share a short poem with a friend and did so in the quickest way she knew how; via a text message. Immediately this created a tangible form that had to be followed by function. Character limit and the universal language of SMS with the line breaks and lack of font-freedom threatened to quash originality. However, she persevered, and here today you can see some of those results. Her name is Rosie, and she would be glad to hear of your opinions and thoughts on her short poems. Maybe, if you send her an email with a phone number, you might get your very own one day.
Literary-slanted others!
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before you focus on that right before youmoment it's that oneyou have herebefore you--
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I got a note: ~~~ Hi Moonrat, I have a book deal with a lovely indie publisher. I don't have an agent. *cowers and hides under table* I know you despise us...
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• I’m Chato Mamet Treviño. I’m a Boston Terrier. I was born like 6 or 7 years ago. In October I think. I remember seeing a bunch of kids in costumes. Woof!...
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Textual Typewriting by RosieTypewriter (R.E.D.M.) is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 Unported License.
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