Fonda, Like Jane
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If on a plane traveling WestA Poem by Fonda, Like JaneI. Ambition— compressed air buzzing motors whirring and revving engines knocking and then flaring— a will present before flight, bef.. |
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The Kavetching of VachelA Poem by Fonda, Like JaneAfter Vachel Linday (Slow and with thoughtful patience) I would like to enunciate to staccato beat my distaste for Posers of Poetry sel.. |
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from Spoken Word FormulaeA Poem by Fonda, Like JaneAfter spending a year attending weekly poetry readings, I wrote this poem. Have you ever been to spoken word poetry readings? Enough said. |
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Fertile Crescent, TheA Poem by Fonda, Like JaneThe Fertile Crescent I. The first time I kissed him in the desert of the fertile crescent, he smelled like water. Not like springing water f.. |