`Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!’ I shrieked upstarting-
`Get thee back into the tempest and the Night’s Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!’
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.’`Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!’ I shrieked upstarting -
`Get thee back into the tempest and the Night’s Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!’
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.’
-E. A. Poe
This is an experiment. Maybe you're interested, or maybe you think that this is just a narcissistic farce. I don't really care. I'm just curious to see how writing toward an (un)intended audience will affect my voice, my time, and my self. Most will be reality-based fiction. Maybe we'll connect.
