All These Rooms

Please don’t kill me but I’m putting up my manuscript I’m sending off to a competition in a few days in the hopes that ifanybody has a bit of spare time(ha) they will give it a quick read and throw me some comments. So beware, what follows is really long.

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The dog comes back from in the trees and he
takes a stick, beats her where she lays, “She needs
to learn that is what happens when she leads
off and hunts alone.” I walk away,
get in my car ashamed I didn’t say
a thing. I swerve to miss a gopher. Whomp.
I hope it’s dead. I stop, get out […]

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Well so I’ve just posted a bunch of revisions based on your guys’ comments so check em out if your sick enough of my poems after all the ones I just added.
and check out the sonnet post for a picture of the whomper stick people get for winning the bi-weekly challenge.

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This is just a brief introduction to writing in wordpress on the site. I want to be sure everyone feels comfortable with the way wordpress and alltheserooms works so I’m making this post to help people understand everything they can do on the site. So if you’re new to wordpress and allttheserooms read on.

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MISSOULA
In the dark of the shower she combs out the knots in her hair and sticks the loose strands to the wet tile.
The apartment is filled up with the sound of the water.
The window in the bathroom is open and her body steams as the wind comes in off the snow.
The tips of her hair […]

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BACK FROM THE WAR
Hit a curve.
Flip off the bike.
Cut through the air with the animal grace I get when I’m thrown.
Over the bank my fingers are feathers,
touching the willow tips.
Hit the slope ready to be earth again.

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GET UP GET UP
Hear the water. Get up.
Get up.
Trip myself and roll and
Get up.
Something
was wet
is dry.
Hear the water moving. Water.
Smells dry. Fall again. Get up.
Wet on my face. Wet on my neck.
Move to the noise.
Rain.
Can smell the rain
hitting the river.

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FRUIT OF THE FIELD
Slip on wet leaves into the river.
In the sky a fine mist.
Climb the bank. Walk through a sandbox.
Melted GI Joes. Step over the gate.
Red paint flecks off the window.
The living room carpet butts
into the prairie. A river. Buffalo. A steady
loud drum, a high lone song. Me streak their faces
black and red. They […]

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ALMOST MORNING
Am wet. My old girlfriend’s apartment.
Looks the same. The street glints,
stained in rain. Tears. Look for stars.
None on the horizon.
Inside. She thrashes at her comforter.
Gets up, heads for the bathroom. Goes back to bed.
Dig the hide-a-key from the mail box. Go in.
Lift the blanket with with a finger. Lay down
slow. She groans
and rolls over. […]

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NO LESS THAN ME
You should know. Close to sleep the dawn comes.
Through the window, the gray. The light
crawls on all fours. Stops at the carpet.
Squeels and babbles and goes silent. The light
no less alive than me. The sunrise moves
up the wall. Through me.
Makes me light enough
to hear their whispers
like gum on the sidewalk in the […]

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