Does anyone remember snippets?

Sure you do. Three-line collage poetry on ATC-sized cards. I started doing these about 4-5 years ago. Read this post from 2014 about the beginning of the snippet revolution in my life – I think you will be amused by what I said back then and how the snippet situation developed since.

But – I haven’t done any snippet-writing (composing? maneuvering?) since 2017. (Here’s the last post including them that I can find.)

Oh dear.

I was cleaning out my collage poetry work box and found these three. Don’t know when I did them. I felt a little sad. And I got the itch to try to do some more of them.

Now, snippet composition is slow and deliberate. I need to cut out lots of phrases and words and then I need to sit down. Slow down. And take my finger and push the little papers around until I get something that gels. It’s like a Little Vine, but slower-growing.

I want to return to this location, Snippet World, and do some more. Yes.

Anyway, here are the three strays. Read them and I hope you enjoy them. They have been waiting a long time to speak.

214.
my finger,
thin and scrawny
I have pointed it

215.
People under the influence
clinging to the truth
of that chalky pink vague story

216.
Tell nobody.
I would Tell nobody.
I can’t wait to tell somebody