Archive for August, 2009

Five lines and forty-five minutes into her latest attempt at a poem, Leah decides it’s now okay to call the effort—um. Well. Normally, she’d look for a bigger word, something a bit more… more, but the fact of the matter is that the poem is stupid, simply and purely.

1. Cambodia, April 27, 1974 Chan Kim had finally lulled baby Chavy to sleep when she heard squeaks and rattles of large vehicles.