“Transegmentals”: a prose poem by Zed Ander (1999) (digitalcommons.providence.edu)
She didn’t look forward to going out to meet her friend for lunch. It was two degrees, and wasn’t the fire inviting?...
She didn’t look forward to going out to meet her friend for lunch. It was two degrees, and wasn’t the fire inviting?...
One word is busy constructing the others. It is a carpenter creating props for a play. It takes a rock and makes it a hat. Thus there is now a rock-hat. This stuff becomes real. All that is real becomes props while all that’s not becomes the play. And somewhere in the performance the words start whispering back to us a...