with so much smoke around us
we mistake ourselves for gods,
the trees blowing impotent
and deities on all sides, gnashing teeth—
going ninety over the mountains,
rolling another blunt, on towards
the hollow women of the north,
rags under their eyes, fingertips
painted red as the dying sun
Author notes
the title is a line from 'Fake Empire' by the National.....great song, dig it.
by "AP name in AN" do you mean write: facesofnatalia here?
A contest entry
- very simple capture me by Nikki Rowles.
1100 points, ended July 30, 2008, 15 entries
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i agree, i think a piece like this begs to be fleshed out with more delicious details. but i do really like what you have here. "hollow women of the north" is so mythical sounding.
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i feel like the frequency with which i reference the Holy and Mythical makes it, and my own imagination, less significant.
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I wish it continued on a little further. This is an awsome piece!
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let us make babies.
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i'm down.
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Ohh, good words! I was trying to pick out a line I liked the best, but I can't place my finger upon one that stands out, they're all good! This reminds me of a movie I saw a long time ago, but I can't remember what it was called! Dang it! Great job.
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