Perhaps if I touched you, passed my plague directly to you like leprosy, you'd understand
Maybe if I breathed on you, exhaled my airborne bacterial or viral like 2020, you'd comprehend
My dreams breed more dreams that permeate then take root and suffocate choking the oxygen
---haps if I - -, passed my plague -
To you like you'd understand
Exhal--
Erasure of memory and self
at least
it's not chronic right now.
...
Not
Chronic
...
Era
...
Sure
...
Era of dark fulfillment
Light containme--
.
Are...
Erus.
I'm
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Paul Stewart
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Rachel Reviews: Lunch Tales: Teagan by Lucille Guarino
Well, I did enjoy this! Sometimes, all you need is just great storytelling and this is what Lucille Guarino delivers here. There's no big message to this book; it's just about folks and families, living their lives and coping with everything that's being thrown at them and finding their way. But when it's done well, like it is here, then you have characters to whom you can relate, tension which leaves you rooting for a better outcome, attraction which has your heart racing and an urge, as a reader, to see the characters happy with the people with whom they belong.
By Rachel Deeming6 days ago in BookClub
Comments (4)
Oo! I loved how it grew more and more ominous as the poem went on. And loved (of course) your trademark of playing with words and letters, especially with 'erasure'. Very cool!
I love the word play and unfinished thoughts in this poem. Brilliant as always.
You cunning linguist!
That's a scary thought, and cleverly written, Paul. Like what you did with "Erasure."