TARGETTING: CHORALE<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Voice 1<\/strong><\/p>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n Voice 2<\/strong><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n stem cells<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n pertinent<\/p>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n impermanent <\/p>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n twenty dollars would buy your rent and carry you to<\/p>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n infantaland, the after road, as poll takers.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n princely? Yes, and caveated too, as are all afternoons.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n we wandered in backlog for over a year, it fault is dealt as snow comes down and custom infant to infant, wandering lights from houses moving, target-like, the sky already gone, the ocean yanking<\/p>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n each playpen babied til it no more under thundersky growling their way cells.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n watchdog moving, the awesome rent treatise on fibered walk and on that PACK: CHORALE<\/p>\n\n\n\n Voice 1<\/strong><\/p>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n Voice 2<\/strong><\/p>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n Voice 3<\/strong><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n Your thoughts wound slowly round the So she had nothing left but words. Many parents pile up words in an and you don’t have to wonder if I’m a She is said to guide the hands of the She observed several females Who’s that? she asked Elfine.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n There was no real reason why he couldn’t the old woman leaned for me in her chair<\/p>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n Make requests reasonable and sparse<\/p>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n The bike stayed half-hidden, and A part of every woman and every man all one’s craft and wisdom must be called *source texts: Rudolf\/Dreiur\u2019s Children the Challenge,<\/em> Nikky Finney\u2019s Rice<\/em>, and Claudia Pinkola Estes\u2019 Women Who Run with the Wolves.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n Naomi Buck Palagi<\/strong> has work published in journals such as Spoon River Review, Otoliths, Moria, Eleven Eleven, Blue Fifth Review<\/em> and Requited<\/em>. Additionally, she has two chapbooks, Silver Roof Tantrum (dancing girl press, 2010), and Darkness in the Tent (Dusie Kollectiv 5, 2011).<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" TARGETTING: CHORALE Voice 1 Voice 2 stem cells pertinent impermanent twenty dollars would buy your rent and carry you to infantaland, the after road, as poll takers. princely? Yes, and caveated too, as are all afternoons. we wandered in backlog<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":384,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[9926],"tags":[22117],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/libblogs.luc.edu\/requited\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2195"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/libblogs.luc.edu\/requited\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/libblogs.luc.edu\/requited\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libblogs.luc.edu\/requited\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/384"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libblogs.luc.edu\/requited\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2195"}],"version-history":[{"count":8,"href":"https:\/\/libblogs.luc.edu\/requited\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2195\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2209,"href":"https:\/\/libblogs.luc.edu\/requited\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2195\/revisions\/2209"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/libblogs.luc.edu\/requited\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2195"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libblogs.luc.edu\/requited\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2195"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libblogs.luc.edu\/requited\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2195"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
was not<\/p>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n
the road rings. we go uphill.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n
playpen-like, it was playpen and
impermanence; the roads carried high on
shoulders, swallowing into mouths and
windows, night.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n
stemming<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n
cooed, pigeons<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n
home, water belittling us and our<\/p>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n
paid by calling, a calling, the ocean
pulling, calling, calling<\/p>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n
which we walk, long strands of hair,
princely, in the afternoons, long, long,
in the after road.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n
room like beasts rubbing against the
drowsy walls.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n
unending array.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n
fool for love and if’n I am does that
make me country<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n
midwife, to open the pathways of the
mother’s milk in the breasts, as well as
to comfort anyone who weeps alone.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n
unknown to her flitting dejectedly
about in the gloom, replenishing
plates with bread and butter and
occasionally weeping in corners.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n
play on the swing.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n
Mother refrained from making any
comment.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n
resists knowing that in all love
relationships Death must have her share.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n
into action.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n