Up the narrow staircase and face south, the door mumbles something as he passes through.
smoke still  loiters around like arrogant teens, poisoning the air above.
Dozer leaps over a wrinkled beer can and slides to the corner, the bare mattress numbs his paws.
The television still flickers a ghostly black,
gnaw the tiger in hopes that it will still cry. And wait for the return.


-A house of my own
 I enjoyed this short story (if you can really call it a story)  by Sandra Cisneros. Although it was really short, it has a lot of description and hints at a stronger story somewhere. The picture painted here is of a house with a front porch and flowers outside, kept tidy by its owner who is proud to own a house of their own.

Berrigan - LV

          In this sonnet, Berrigan starts off talking, possibly, about his life thus far. He describes the "Grace to be born" only to read about life rather than actually living it. He also states to be in a room on pills seated at a desk. He uses the statement "sustained by a belly full of pills" which gathers the scene of him high on pills pondering his life.
         
            From here he mentions "The Poems" which I'm not clear what he's talking about and from there immediately goes from talking in the singular to the plural , using the word "we". He continues into a frenzy of topics which I can only take away what sounds like a movie date ending in sex or possibly a more lonesome alternative.

           Over all I believe Berrigan is describing himself or a specific time in his life. He gets high on pills and dreams about a more active life going into a fantasy date.

Introduction

Hi, my name is Chris, I'm an Aviation Management major here at EMU, taking this creative writing class to fill a gen ed requirement.