Volcano Renshi Workshop: 'Olapa Renshi

Each group decided on the line up; the first person pulled out from an envelope a piece of paper with a line taken from No Choice but to Follow. This line was the basis of the title of the link. Each member had seven minutes to write a poem using the last line of the preceding link. (By chance Doodie picked a line from the first link of NCbtF. Enjoy!

Through the Years

Through the years we’ll forget the dates and details of the alleged rape; we’ll forget the green silk dress, the names of the accused, Tin Can Alley, the make of the car; we’ll forget the who of the defense, the why of the prosecution, the headlines, the dirty accusations, the howling retorts; we’ll forget the…

The Green He Loved Best

The green he loved best was the velvety color of that drink he had. Where was it anyway— China? Australia? Fiji? —the one with the name he couldn’t pronounce. “The green one, you know, “ he’d say to the bartender. Not like any drink he had with his brother in Butte, to wash away the…

I Can See It in their Eyes

I can see it in their eyes even in this grainy wedding picture on the front page. Look, Harry, Aren’t they so full of love? Reminds me of when we were married. What a shame! How can he look at her in the same way now after the rape. The News calls it “Honor Killing,“…

Come Together

Jeez, their voices hurt my ears my head is spinning this floor is hard . . . wet I’m cold What they saying? “. . . come together. . . in this together . . . “ “. . . do justice . . .“ “ . . . jury wrong . . .“ “Confess,…

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