Sarah O'Connor

Writer – Playwright – Cannot Save You From The Robot Apocalypse

As you may have seen around here, I’ve been reading a lot of poetry. Well, not a lot I guess, but a lot for me. Since April is National Poetry Month, I wanted to push myself to read the poetry books I have. I tend to mainly read fiction, and one of my resolutions this …

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“There are strange things done in the midnight sun       By the men who moil for gold; The Arctic trails have their secret tales       That would make your blood run cold; The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,       But the queerest they ever did see Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge       I cremated …

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“I dislike cute cat poems but I’ve written one anyhow,” – my cat, the writer (Bukowski 83). I wasn’t sure what to expect from Charles Bukowski’s On Cats, the name Bukowski was only a vaguely familiar in my mind, but I adore Old Possum’s Book of Practical Cats and figured another poetry collection literally “On Cats” would …

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“they bisect the frozen river, vacant lots, the barren school field — all roads lead to the Pit.” – Desire Paths (Borin 3). I was lucky enough to get to visit The Westminster Hotel, or as it’s affectionately called The Pit, when I visited Dawson City last fall. When my dad had visited the previous winter he …

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“I’d much rather wile away the hours Helping you clean up cadavers of all of  you ex-lovers Watch you give them all one last kiss of death I fear this will be me in a few weeks,” – “Imagine A World In Which We Didn’t Have To Hide Who We Are” (Walker 31). Jade Walker’s …

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