tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171487865623213768.post2056875941198730067..comments2024-03-27T06:04:15.604-04:00Comments on The Storialist: PostdiluvianHannah Stephensonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15792203070774504501noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171487865623213768.post-43896371856215321782013-04-05T11:07:00.699-04:002013-04-05T11:07:00.699-04:00This is heaven.This is heaven.Cupcake Murphyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01290758835270673671noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171487865623213768.post-29511798501460495552013-04-05T06:09:48.494-04:002013-04-05T06:09:48.494-04:00Awesome vocabulary...that Victrola line is transce...Awesome vocabulary...that Victrola line is transcendent with cleverness. I highly enjoyed the pair of "record" and "records," well done.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171487865623213768.post-91601694051718464072013-04-04T08:32:53.368-04:002013-04-04T08:32:53.368-04:00...to stretch......to stretch...WAShttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10403669322174979974noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171487865623213768.post-89441434958533369962013-04-04T08:30:35.651-04:002013-04-04T08:30:35.651-04:00Fear, they say, is a memory that collects in the b...Fear, they say, is a memory that collects in the brainstem. This poem is a wonderful expression of that, in both its rich sound and vivid detail. Not sure what ouchy means tho, or the precise physical relationship between an embarrassed pubescent voice and the scars of trauma. But that's, as they say, what poems are for.WAShttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10403669322174979974noreply@blogger.com