Monday, September 20, 2010

Telegram Italiano

Midnight Subway ride with crack head{STOP}Got off in Little Italy{STOP}Saw a rat as I neared the exit{STOP}Screamed{STOP}Stepped out into a different country full of pizza, wine, and guidos{STOP}The dirty New York air was flirting with a different tongue{STOP}Closed store windows held pointy Italian leather shoes in captivity behind bars{STOP}The air smelled like urine and spices{STOP}miss you{CIAO}
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  1. Nina NegronSeptember 25, 2010 at 4:29 PM

    I love how you wrote this Tarah. It was so concise but i could totally understand what you were going through and what you experienced and i also felt like i could put myself right into that situation. Maybe i'm biased because i could really go for a good slice of pizza right now haha.

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  2. Ariana MillerSeptember 26, 2010 at 6:44 PM

    Tarah, the style that you wrote this in is so clever! It reminds me alot of the way that Whitehead writes in "The Colossus of New York". Its a simple style but thats really all you need to get the story across because the images you give are so vivid.

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