Chris Abraham

The Pure Contralto Sings In The Organ Loft by Walt Whitman: I don't know why I remember it, but the line, "the pure contralto sings in the organ loft," seared itself into my brain—maybe because "contralto" was a new word to me.
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The small apartment smells: Found poetry from a hyperfiction I created collaboratively with a bunch of friends back in 1998, called Collabor8, or 8: A Collaborative Hypernarrative Fiction
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The Unborn by Sharon Olds: I don't know if I will ever have children. If I will ever be a parent. Sometimes a feel a longing. Sometimes I feel a lack. I probab;ly won't. It's not looking good.
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TheBUS: Found poetry from a hyperfiction I created collaboratively with a bunch of friends back in 1998, called Collabor8, or 8: A Collaborative Hypernarrative Fiction
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Three Years: Located in Lit
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Too High To Make Connections: ©25.1.1993 Chris Abraham
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Topography by Sharon Olds: I've had a couple amazing long distance relationships in my life and they were always so passionate. Sharon Olds is the best when it comes to passionate. She gets me.
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Two Of: ©1996 Ariane Conrad
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