Ian Hatcher

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fade naw rising into something

naked branches a moon that morning and left it joyless and luckless
in the end they will all be flying away

Changing leaves We starve to pick pumpkins
naw I am a naw scarecrow in a harvest cornstocks
Like crisp leaves we're forgetting colors Once more I fall in love with autumn

I want it that way like it is September
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Opening Sources is an internet poem written continuously by anonymous authors. You may click any word and alter it to whatever else you'd prefer. Your changes will appear instantly to anyone else with the site open and be visible to subsequent readers.

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The writing process began in April 2008. Edits are not monitored for content or logged. Once overwritten, previous versions of the poem disappear forever.

On occasions this poem is read live as a performance. In these events, the poem is projected on a screen and the audience is invited to edit the text while it is read aloud repeatedly. A loop of feedback forms as the audience takes uncertain control over its collective voice.

— Ian Hatcher / ianhatcher.net