Home Writing Poetry Pre-linguistic Pre-linguistic By Bruce Alford - January 14, 2019 464 A child chews on his toy Lucid imbecility A baby’s lallation All his l’s are r’s— My dumb joy When I talk like him. 16 comments EXPLOREAllAnimationArtBlogCartoonContributor BlogsCreative Non-FictionDigital ArtEssaysFeaturedFictionGalleryHumorInterviewsJournalLettersMusicNon-fictionPerformance ArtPhotographyPoetryPoetryPoetry and ArtProse PoetryQuotationsReadingsShowcaseVideoWritingMore It’s About to Get Awkward Bruce Alford - January 15, 2019 The Autobiographical Note I walk through the gym doors. Steve is doing chest-flies. He yells Hey, Flash! (Steve doesn’t know my name.) Third Person, Past Tense The sky... Sabbath December 25, 2018