So. I think this is the near-final draft of my poetry portfolio. At least, it's the version that I will be submitting tomorrow. I still don't have two poem titles and an overall portfolio title. I don't want to call it "______ and Other Poems," but I can't seem to find a title that works for everything. Ah well. I'll take suggestions-- crit and comments are welcome.
Poetry!
( Oak Tree GroveCollapse )
( PlaygroundCollapse )
( DancefloorCollapse )
( Untitled OneCollapse )
( Elegy for AutumnCollapse )
( LullabyCollapse )
( MaryCollapse )
( Sunday Morning on Federal HillCollapse )
( Sappho RebornCollapse )
( Untitled TwoCollapse )
( note from an older sister,
leaving for collegeCollapse )
( AgainCollapse )
Hm. Phone post with me reading three of these will follow tonight. I have two picked out, but which one do you want to hear?
But for right now, I'm going to borrow Laura's boom-box, hook it up facing my wall, and blare something really obnoxious at the boys next door. They don't get the concept of quiet hours during finals week (or at 1 am). If I wanted to listen to their music, I'd buy the fucking shitty rap cd. Thanks.
ETA: After blaring the first three tracks of Nine Inch Nails' The Downward Spiral at ear-shattering decibels, I feel so much better.
Hm. Phone post with me reading three of these will follow tonight. I have two picked out, but which one do you want to hear?
But for right now, I'm going to borrow Laura's boom-box, hook it up facing my wall, and blare something really obnoxious at the boys next door. They don't get the concept of quiet hours during finals week (or at 1 am). If I wanted to listen to their music, I'd buy the fucking shitty rap cd. Thanks.
ETA: After blaring the first three tracks of Nine Inch Nails' The Downward Spiral at ear-shattering decibels, I feel so much better.
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