Coral Bracho: ‘There Was No Plot’

Tania Sheko
Nov 8 · 1 min read
Photo by Sarah Hina on Flickr

There were neither plots nor characters,
only places. Neighborhoods sliced
in half. Terraces and corridors
between roofless rooms. Profiles only.
Staggered
spaces. Far off a group
was sucked up
into its own restlessness: the after-dinner
conversation, the waiting, shuffle between
one door and another, shifts
in posture; remarks that from here,
where you hurried to leave,
were already beyond hearing.

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selected by Blair Mahoney for his English classes. Images found by Tania Sheko, most selected from the curated collections of Stephen Ellcock on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/stephen.ellcock and Instagram https://www.instagram.com/stephenellcock/.

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Put me in a box and I'll crawl out. Teaching person who ended up in a library. https://about.me/tsheko

Poem of the day

selected by Blair Mahoney for his English classes. Images found by Tania Sheko, most selected from the curated collections of Stephen Ellcock on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/stephen.ellcock and Instagram https://www.instagram.com/stephenellcock/.

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