the house on 36th

I’m loving the idea of using redaction as a means of finding words and therefore poetry out of a seemingly uninteresting piece of information. I shall def try this technique too, especially if a little creatively stuck!
This could work well for generating text for our new Word & Image module.

The Daily Erasure

the house on 36th

looks like a milk carton, the
single-serving kind

he told me it was sunny
my mother
remembers clouds
I committed to rain. I liked
how it darkened the bed

I saw the shadow of
light by the window, skin wiped
to reveal

a girl born
in the shade of


Created from pg 300 of A Girl Named Truth, a memoir by Alethea Kehas

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