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Alexis champagne the home the brave (simle (but just then the river sound…
Alexis champagne the home the brave
simle
but just then the river sound stops and my machine begins to shake like a crazed dancer under a full moon page 97
the way down room smell like a rainy day. page 93
he plop on the sofa like a sack of grain
gently complaining lie little tiered children .page 127
she howled like a sick animal till my ears wanted to run away .page 131
the apartment grows hushed as the air before storm
page 92
an ache in my chest comes throbbing like an old bruise page 93
but I stand like tree rooted film. page 156
its lights cut the gloom like the eyes of a great cat prowling for food in the moon light .page 157
sun strong as a young man page 184
i leaned to make snowballs like perfect moon . page 189
summer comes like a present with a bow . page 184
hes like a song always out of tune, missing notes . page 7
the words steal her smile away like clouds over sun. page 192
come my child she says as if we are going for a walk on the moon.page 199
the gunfire come harder like hot little stars .page 199
metaphor
''for a while you are a fish page 190''
''is hair on his face the color of clouds before rain.''page 6
''a river of words rushing and thundering and pushing me beneath the surface''
America is heaven on earth
personification
its eating my dishes please make it stop . page 98
I can hear the cold box humming page 124
while all around me the machines hum and talk page 94
by the time we get there the sun has already said good night page 155
some are making noise . I find a sleeping one and I open the top page 93
the not dead trees had been teasing me . page 189
idom
my eyes too full of this place with its answers to prayers on every shelf . page 156
I am cutting off my Nose to spirt my face . on page 182
ganwars words lie in my lap like huge rocks . also a smile page 127
I cringe waiting for the heat of his words . page 125
but I close my ears to his words . page 184
but my mouth just wants to chew the words and spiting them on the ground .page 7
i think i say for my voice is swallowed by the roaring night . page 199
imagrey
its filled with blue water and laughing children .page 190
they don 't seem real these flat colors smooth to my fingers .they make me happy but also sad.page 191
their leaves stop hiding and over my head they weave cool roof of green . page 189
i see a picture of a woman tall with strong arms and sunny eyes. page 191