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ANNMARIE ELDON

AnnMarie Eldon, an identical twin, evolved from cryptophasic origins in once densely industrialised Birmingham, England. Since September 2001, juggling various personae interiorae, US/UK homes and children, she achieves successful adult differentiation and spiritual equanimity within the mediocrity of a picturesque Oxfordshire market town, surviving relative domestic deprivation and hormones.

Her work is at 5 Trope, mprsnd, Anemone Sidecar, Aught, Avatar Review, Blazevox, Caffeine Destiny, Can We Have Our Ball Back, effing press, elimae, eratio, foam:e, Impetus, Junket, Lily, Locust, Megaera, Melic Review, Mipo, Niederngasse, Numbat, Pedestal, Poetic Inhalation, Pettycoat Relaxer, Projected Letters, Rain Dog, Rock Salt Plum, Sentinel, Tears In the Fence, Three Candles, VLQ, Wandering Dog, xPressed, xStream, zafusy, et al.

She edits Web Del Sol's Writers Block and features in the Women of the Web Anthology.

NOOGENIC SIMILITUDES

son(s)

That fortuitous was unwithheld by hands.

Hailstones running the ravine.

Crevital not, neither plasmotic.

Lilies and their pollen-crept results.

The end crêpe point.

Of some which breathe slow.

Slow goers.

Goers who grow.

And growing desist.

Desist yet sulpinic.

As in:

“Arrhæ given in the utmost.”

Utmost being the beneath. Nothing, nothing being

beneath me.

The beneath we must walk upon. As

if fire.

Fire which is always believable.

And walk and flatten.

Our soles weapons.

To ashes are we flattened.

Blessed gritty as Sanicle’d evil.

Needle-whin reminds: birds heads going south-

west testifly spleck spleck

esse esse a sorrow longtail sparrow alarms for its plopped

babe.

Rest-harrow in poor pasture.

Nasturtiums, orange as flame would be.

daughter(s)

See, come see how I lift my dress upon

such fire as this this esse esse breath.

A forehead remonstrance. Croppled.

I bowed.

I cried.

There was no one else.

Everyone else was dry eyed.

Tessle led, domestic.

Groundsel & thistle out, this air all all afloat.

I pinch head.

Buried was the pillow.

Craves dedicated. How the hi sayers iotriumph-tech.

Ferial perhaps would be my best vows had I hardened.

The forward a cutinlineous non-moon spread.

Hemispheres our mankind re-entrant map carriers.

Blat this.

Brain this.

Wake dream this.

Slake this with metallic precision.

Knife to my palm.

A whimsy.

A crap-free moon.

A pre-cliché skinny.

How fast mommy’s black mood would fall.

And all the mommies do that.

Who would fall.

How skilling.

How grabful otherwise to get retaliation

in first.

Before they do.

Calm is all slander.

All relationship possibility rage.

Hence to gage the hardwink cycle.

Tell bed to go

pee itself useful.

sheep

The scent is mournful honeyedstinck.

Healing always and only sickly.

Sickliest is joint healing.

Collecting teardrops by the spoonful.

But no one to count.

All the counters in any case

are mere children

and we have

put them to sleep so thow shalt not listen.

Our contact compost.

Shaitans blittering their microbes.

Sever matriarchal.

Sever marital.

Luck daren’t

whisper.

Guilt toqued by favour.

A bit chewed off.

Deep. Deep is fallow never.

However clevered mouthful.

Grew clever. Grew clever.

coin

Shouted. Bend.

Even rank dread may softslaver.

Routed glisten.

The dead skin flakes fluttered

as if the sloughed could mutter.

…thus sprang

upon our longings

the burnt alive offspring offerings

and made the superfluous sacred.

Pride blet.

Let us to forget.

Let us to start

over. (Flame

again.)

That fortuitous was by hands tractéd.

Full forever.