I press my dollar coin into the mouth of the new thing with streamlined metal vertebrae, shunning the larger framed carcasses, bulky rachides, beside The smooth action of her wheels, fluid The shiny linoleum floor, a bed of air The sound of crying children, faded The fluorescent lights, moody And Joan’s voice calling Paula to checkout number one, a seductive melody
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Allison/jinmn,
Can't remember what circuitous path I took to stumble upon your little digital oasis, it might have been through Literary minded, one of Josephine Rowe's links, or perhaps through Harvest (or some another online writing source/blog), but the point is I'm glad I followed whatever I was following, and I thought I would say I Loved your little piece on Suburban observation.
Reminds me of a somewhat similar piece i did for Yeast (a now defunct 'Zine) ages ago (although my piece is more tongue-in-cheek).
Glad to discover your writing. Very polished,
Very good.
Thanks for your kind words, they are much appreciated indeed.
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