Lorraine The Wrighter

Strange Thoughts

  • Ovensong

    Wait a minute longer, I’ll be a simple songbird, I’ll sing a song of sixpence, you can bake me in your pie. Wait a minute not too long, I’ll still be singing my sweet song when you peek inside the oven and I’ve yet to die. Wait a minute longer, my song is growing stronger,

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  • The Structure Would Rather…

    There’s no better reminder of how little values matter than at the moment when the loudspeaker is asked to play fingertips kissing black and white. Steel, it blares instead, because it’s only got one input. Crash, it thunders, though you asked for ivory little thuds. It’s got a setting for kicking, boom boom boom, but

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  • Pubthoughts

    I’m an old speckled hen, two Irish mules, and a whole pint deep in oktober’s brassy music and I’m feeling not weepy like pathos, like writing in two notebooks and guessing at love languages. In other words, I’m drunk. Pretending to be a writer, that’s what I am. Reading about physics like I have any

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  • Down below

    Me? I’m crazy Spinning around in here, Webs as long as my ears I’m just crashing into bookcases And pissing on lawns, I’ve got a fairly clear complexion Just nothing behind the skin I’ve taken a dive off the short pier And tasting anxiety in every drop Blood I swallow before I hit the water.

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  • Things have been going alright with me

    My mother gave a cry in her sleep, a cry in her shower when she didn’t slip, there’s a difference in the recovery story, isn’t it? My ears have not been working for some time I now hear on breath and memory, it’s the side of my spine that’s on the wire on the left,

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  • Hey Lag

    Dreamer, five off the crystal river, Dance, and you’re a diamond sky Hasten for the boat, we move as one Cough, lean beam, square shoulders Nerve tension, rest in the unison of The universe, fried food or kitchens, Sliver of away, the island is off and Here comes the catchup, I’ve got Something to say.

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  • How to interpret a ghost

    Wave your hands in front of it, first. If that doesn’t get you an answer, try to pick up a corner and peek underneath. Not all of them can be dealt with this way, many will just likely slide through your two little fingers, you’ll remember, you are alone. You’re never with a ghost. The

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  • Four and one

    Can you hear how good you all are? A list of your classifiers wouldn’t suffice, I’ve seen enough to love you twice, your smile is up, and up is down won’t you come be a rodeo clown with me, cowboy, ride the sound. Sounders spinning algorithm ride the favorite but couldn’t fill ‘3 Eh-hem. I

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  • Revised Again

    When you know your English teacher is wat hi g you one does begin to mind for c’s and n’s. I couldn’t tell you what that u-turn of a phenomenon is termed when you take your a and d away from the conjunction. Palm trees. You know. So you end up your game and go

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  • Laughing at Love

    I’ve been putting this off. I’ve been putting this off because it hurts. I’m putting this off even right at this moment because it makes my chest tight. It’s circling my shoulder now, threatening my neck. At some point it’ll give up on the extremities and burrow instead into the deep flesh I hide in

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