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Literature
google is your friend
"Google it."
"Do I want to?"
"What do you mean? It's just Google."
"You say Google like it's a good thing. Like it's an entity that bears some sort of universal answer."
"It's a search engine. Nothing more, nothing less. Unless we go into Google Maps, but it's all the same difference, on some satellite-dish stalking level. You search for a place, it finds it for you. Especially in America. Yeah, they have the streets labeled in America."
"That's creepy. The zoom-in function too. Like, you can zoom down to street level and stare face to face with someone's house. Sometimes you can see their cars too. But never people. That's the part
Literature
Up and Apart
i.
I was four and you were two. My Ma says she remembers me saying how it was such a bother when we had a playdate because you'd take my animal crackers and mash them between your fingers and your mouth but you'd never eat any of them.
ii.
I was seven and you were five, and my Ma told me to find a rose to give to you so she could take a picture with her new camera. I couldn't find any, so I went to Old Alfred's field and picked a wildflower instead. But it had a bee, and you had allergies, and you stuffed the petals in my mouth after your Pa fixed you up with the Epipen.
iii.
I was twelve and you were ten. You went to a Catholic girls' s
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A cappella
My mother, a famous classical violinist in her day, was on her deathbed and I didn't care. She was bedridden by the usual suspects, old age and a fall, and had been for many months when they called me. "Come see her," they said. "She'll pass on soon." They told me the nurses played Tchaikovsky, her favorite.
"No," I said, and hung up the phone, slamming it against the wall, the cord jerking about in a wild dance. I glared at my CD player, as though it would suddenly come to life with violin concertos, then grabbed my coat, and left the house.
The critics never tired of sayin
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NaPo 2016 #14.
Chunks of the first 6 stanzas were pulled, as the poem suggests, from an old journal, heavily edited and formed into something cohesive for NaPo. The final one is all new.
Also an entry for the following journal, based on the prompt by lostmuseford :
And if you doubt the assertions in Monday, here's some supporting evidence: what-if.xkcd.com/74/
Chunks of the first 6 stanzas were pulled, as the poem suggests, from an old journal, heavily edited and formed into something cohesive for NaPo. The final one is all new.
Also an entry for the following journal, based on the prompt by lostmuseford :
Prompt Chaos: Monday, April 11thHello and welcome to the second week of Prompt Chaos here at NaNoPlotMo! We will now be posting weekly journals on Mondays until May 2nd, when the last batch of winners will be announced. The purpose of these journals is twofold:Announce the winners from the poems that wow'ed us from the previous week by featuring your prompts and poems.
Use the comments section to submit your poems for next week's prizes.You must submit your poem in the comments section of this journal to be considered for any future round of prizes. You must also submit at least 1 prompt to the group itself to win prizes as well. See below. NaNoPlotMo will not accept poetry submissions to the group, so you must post a link to your poem in the comments section of this journal if you want it to be seen.
This is the second week of Prompt Chaos, which means we now have poems from the previous week to feature along with prompts and prizes to be awarded! You can find all the prompts
And if you doubt the assertions in Monday, here's some supporting evidence: what-if.xkcd.com/74/
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