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Dolores Esteban

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  1. Neural Boosters “What about the data? Do we have results?” Professor Evans asked upon entering the room. Sharon and Max looked up and Professor Evans gave them a cheerful nod. Max stared, then and turned his eyes back to the screen. Sharon took off her glasses. “Uhm, the analysis is not yet finished,” she said. “The results are contradictory so far.” Max took a handful of peanuts from a bowl. Sharon seized the bowl and frowned at Max. “Contradictory?” Evans asked while c
  2. I liked the poems. Poem 18 made me curious to learn more and I went to read your version of the prayer. Very well done.
  3. Dolores Esteban

    Fourth Week

    The poems are all very well done. The short poem 23 says more than thousand words. Thank you.
  4. The poems are perfectly crafted. You're truly a master of forms.
  5. Thank you, BlindAmbition. I'm happy you liked the poems.
  6. In A Surreal Town? 16 Chat with an Artificial Intelligence AI http://www.jabberwacky.com Jabberwacky Conversation JA29642853 What’s It Like To Be Mad? You live in the hills Where the sun hangs low Where the moon doesn't shine A nocturnal town What's there is not There is there, always Just who am I? I don't know The crows are long out of sight Does it make you want to murder the murder of crows? I think I hear them croak and groan Well go and answer them the
  7. Dolores Esteban

    Third Week

    I love the pantoum. It's beautiful.
  8. All poems are well done. I think 19 is very good. It conveys a multitude of feelings that are hard to express in words, like a deep sadness, through an intense image. I can definitely relate.
  9. Thank you Mikiesboy. I found that all forms of poem are often hard work. Formal poems teach me to focus. I like them a lot. Found poetry is different. While the results are often meaningless or just plain weird, the various techniques sometimes open the door to fresh thoughts. I recently collected lines from a google search to write a flarf poem. The added lines were weird, surreal, alien. They inspired an image, a scene in my head. I forgot about the poem and wrote the first draft of a science fiction story, 3000 words, instead. My theme for Week three is In A Surreal Town. The process of writing or 'finding' the poems is fun, but I fear only few will like the results. But I love the process of weirdness and fun. Thanks again for reading and commenting.
  10. In A Town Gone Down 08 Sound Poem Made from various words and phrases and the song lyrics Cafe On The Left Bank by Paul McCartney Cafe On The Left Bank Cafe on the left bank, a molten roundabout Touching all the girls. The sun is going down Tiny crows in trees around a TV shop Watching all the girls make a speech Dancing after midnight in a town I do not know Continental breakfast and a nocturnal lane English-speaking people and the windmill churns Grinding far too loud
  11. The poems are all very well done. Metaphors is my favorite. I can't explain why, but it connects to my mind. I scrolled up several times to read it.
  12. Dolores Esteban

    Second Week

    The pizza poem made me smile, but the image was so real that I actually want a slice now. The friend ship poems are beautiful. Nice to hear my last week poems inspired you. Thank you.
  13. "What was once important rendered irrelevant by a solitary word." This line stuck with me. I think it's a good first line for a story.
  14. I'll have a look at my unfinished stories and see if I can rewrite one of them. But I can't promise.
  15. This is a very interesting approach.
  16. I liked all the poems, but poem 6 is my favorite. The poem is oddly beautiful. How did you get to writing it?
  17. Dolores Esteban

    First Week

    Beautiful poems. You put a lot work into the them. I liked them all, but 4 is my favorite. It's a short poem with a very deep thought.
  18. In A Town I Don’t Know 01 Prose Poem Walking Down The Lane I walked down the lane of a town I don't know. It was a mild November day and the sun hung low. I met you in a corner of the town. There was a paved roundabout where a windmill grinds. The two of you were laughing and holding hands. I went to a cafe and drank red wine. What's there is not. Who am I? A name to a list? A name not remembered? A name to be blamed? I emptied my glass and the sun went down. I walked down the l
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