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Alister Flik grew up in a fundamentalist Christian home in the Midwest with a healthy variety of crazy available to her, and her middle child syndrome hardly affects her at all anymore. At 18, she moved to the West Coast, got a tattoo, and now lives happily as a quirky theist amidst the Portland heathens she so dearly loves. Her idols are Joan of Arc (crazy or not), Flannery O'Connor, and Daria. Her favorite superhero is the perfect superhuman combination of Joan of Arc, Flannery O'Connor, and Daria dressed in a cape, armor, boots, and armed with wit and a pen. She is currently looking for someone to illustrate this into a comic book.
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Hourglass
Crushing seas of sand rush through the words I do not say. The hourglass
is tipping, and my open heart slams against my locked lips.
Topsy-turvy, twisting within time. I inhale this blocking
beach. Each grain is a thought slipped from it's



opportunity to add to
this sliding regret.
These infinite
specks
of
failure
suffocate me.
My constrained,
strained throat pulls
tight as swallowed



sands dry my voice. This continues the saharian cycle;
repeating, my mind releases these: more minuscule moments
massing into this desert of destruction. My cell. My grave. My hourglass.




A.F.

Last edited by Alister Flik on April 22, 2008, 1:30 am
"I do not think, therefore I am a mustache."
-Sartre *Nausea*
 
storylover

"Crushing seas of sand rush through the words I do not say. The hourglass
is tipping, and my open heart slams against my locked lips."

I had only read this far, and I found myself re-reading those two lines over and over again. I'm not sure if it is possible to cram more meaning, more allusions, more imagery into so few words! Quite spectacular.

Having read the whole poem, I again had to read it through several times.
You have loaded a lot into your words. I like it because I can drift away into a place where I can taste your words, sipping them like a good wine.

Your poetry is different. A lot of originality. The hour glass shape was amusing.

Having brought in 'sand' you work with this medium repeatedly. I liked that. Often enough, poets and writers do not 'follow through' with an image or a symbol. You most certainly have, and that is pleasing to a reader. A most noteworthy effort.

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"The longest journey starts with but a single step"
(Old Chinese proverb)
Posted on Wednesday, April 23, 2008 at 14:50:04

 
Zuzanna

Dear Alister

I found your poem very creative, thought provoking.
There is some mystery in these lines.

"Crushing seas of sand rush through the words I do not say. The hourglass
is tipping, and my open heart slams against my locked lips."

Enjoyed the Hourglass shape-visually presented in the body of this write.

BEAUTIFUL WORK!

Applaud

Thank you!
Zuzanna
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Posted on Wednesday, April 23, 2008 at 16:48:47

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