Tag Archives: syntax
(for Mr. Cummings) .. parenthesize death all you want, Sir. put poems in its lap; syntax the crap out of us all in kisses, laughter, flutter, flowers. that casket’s still too small; this day, too soon. .. … Continue reading
the trick of finding what you didn’t lose (existing’s tricky:but to live’s a gift) the teachable imposture of always arriving at the place you never left. -E.E. Cummings .. She’s all in, ready to be -gin again. She’ll need … Continue reading
(an American Sentence poem) . Dig this: the order of the words won’t matter in the end, period. .