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“Her Body Still”

She waited quietly,

held breath.

It was almost dark;

she wasn’t frightened.

She noticed her body still,

wanting to frighten the little animal she was,

amazed that it would come.

She extended her hand, palm open;

the skin of her,

the surprising weight of 

the animal’s body pressing her down.

I could see her,

carried by the wind.

She was screaming.

”Her Body Still” by A. A. Parr. Found Erasure Poem from: Crichton, Michael. Jurassic Park. Alfred A. Knopf, Inc., 1990. Pgs.14-15; Original photo by Alex Fu from Pexels with edits and dinosaurs by A. A. Parr. 

[aaparr-thepoeming-jurassicverse]

“The World, This Village”

by A. A. Parr

Rain fell

in a torrent,

the ocean 

beyond;

cloaked in 

what she had expected, 

she had come

every day.

She liked the isolation

the world,

this village,

amply supplied,

a level 

equal to

the constant, unending

examining.

“Listen,

hear it,

Listen,”

it

built and emerged until it

burst low through

ocean fog

and back,

over the water, then 

ease, and back,

looking for

the words.

"The World, This Village" by A. A. Parr. Found Erasure Poem from: Crichton, Michael. Jurassic Park. Alfred A. Knopf, Inc., 1990. Pg. 3; Prologue: The Bite of the Raptor. Original photo by Aleks Magnusson from Pexels with edits and dinosaurs by A. A. Parr.

[aaparr-thepoeming-jurassicverse]

“The Story, a novel”

The story told

of the attempt

to avert a global

crisis

makes

mesmerizing chaos

novel

“The Story, a novel” by A. A. Parr. Found Erasure Poem from: Crichton, Michael. Jurassic Park. Alfred A. Knopf, Inc., 1990. Dust Jacket Description. Original photo by Benjamin Suter from Pexels, with dinosaur collage and edits by A. A. Parr.