North to the future

South isn’t doing the future, it’s north.  I love you, I love you, I love you, Alaska; I wanted to be devoted to
easy-going earthquakes.  If you are not cold, then I don’t know what else.  I did not care about star wars or
cyberspace before.  I did not care about Astronauts, they told us not to be that and the eight men & women
ominous heroes died.  Who is following after me?  Alaska might say a man will follow the woman,
noticing she is not completely used up.  She has maturity and that is an important quality.  Are people
demanding something?  Is it psyching you out?  You know you do… like when you could do headstands.
In Alaska, Alaska the man will ask the woman, does he build an igloo or a log cabin, is he depressed, he’s
not Lincoln.  They were scaring you.  Why did I have to go home?  He wanted to go home too?
Obviously not, he liked the others too much, he was fine at that time, not a prison officer.  If he were one

second late, the woman would say, you are too late, you are a second late.  I like for a lover to say that.
expecting someone to be on time, but in what manner was it said and how did we each feel about it each
calendar month.  Life is boring?  It shall not be.  We are here for division, and collaboration, vision.
On top of the world, the young spokesmen look down feeling miserable about how little they have felt.
Next, the language was divided and people arranged its parts into many categories.  It was a way to  
divide the little bits they were picking up and noticing.  They’re out at a fashion show; I didn’t know.
On weekends they might take trips to the greenhouse for a tour. We have gargantuan dreams, second,

Reviews

[sakdjklasjdklasjd]

Is this an excerpt from a story you're currently working on? Even if not, I like the way it starts out of nowhere. It's almost like hearing a conversation randomly and not knowing the exact details behind everything going on, but that's thrilling in a way. You can tell your narrator is longing for something more, missing something they once had perhaps. It starts and ends like there is an unidentifiable beginning and ending, which is really cool. It makes me feel like your narrators story will continue and they will find whatever it is they are looking for :)

[KeithKVH]

You could say I have a bit of trouble with analyzing poetry, though I can tell they generally have inner hidden meaning behind the words. This seems somehow to make me think of it almost like a letter, perhaps partially due to the font used? It's like the narrator is writing someone in Alaska or from Alaska perhaps, perhaps a lover who she misses, is waiting for, or is bored without? Forgive me if I'm completely off the mark, I feel like such a literal person with poetry sometimes. o.o;

[Laura Lynn]

I was having not so good a writing day this day. I remember feeling impatient and like I couldn't wait to get a lot down on a page whether or not it was complete scribble. I was horrible, but I tried to convey the Alaskan flag through the color of the ink. I was more jotting down thoughts hoping to communicate to this person or collective response to some of what others had said in their writing, but not really a worthy piece of literature as that stands /far as that goes, but I still was trying, I'm not sure what I got out of the writing experience of it itself, but hoping it pays off somehow in the end