tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171487865623213768.post9157822233909190567..comments2024-03-29T05:15:20.833-04:00Comments on The Storialist: FilterHannah Stephensonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15792203070774504501noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171487865623213768.post-17881349086734945972010-05-27T21:53:48.433-04:002010-05-27T21:53:48.433-04:00I've read this poem several times, and I'l...I've read this poem several times, and I'll be back to read it again.<br /><br />I like it all, and these lines, especially:<br /><br />"... so here is glass. A screen to strain the wind<br />reaching in. The light, we like it, it’s warm<br />but in mornings, too much. We sew shields to the eyes<br /><br />of a house, internal lids to disperse the sun." <br /><br />And then- "... Even so, we flinch."Anniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12588164536314320479noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171487865623213768.post-78054337659484245302010-05-25T09:59:07.489-04:002010-05-25T09:59:07.489-04:00nice ending -- eyes and brains maybe conflicting.nice ending -- eyes and brains maybe conflicting.WAShttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10403669322174979974noreply@blogger.com