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Fuzzy Feedback


The line is busy. That’s a good excuse. My thoughts can’t tackle the collected consonants, nor the vowels vegged at each corner of a fragment. My mind has shrunk each line – nothing is strong, nothing is saying anything.  I approach the paper like I approach my enemies: from afar. Too bad these lines can’t talk back: “Scratch me! Pull me! You lousy artist.” I...