Compendium
apprehension caused by awareness that a crucial detail has been left out | fear of putting into words things felt intuitively | fear that …
apprehension caused by awareness that a crucial detail has been left out | fear of putting into words things felt intuitively | fear that …
It was an accident, he didn’t mean to, I forced him, I provoked, I should have kept my distance, should have shut up when told…
Each day he packs. Takes pictures off the walls, adds the dish that held his morning toast. The crumbs too. One slipper goes into his bag. One stays under the bed.
a darkening sky
feeds on a bloodied woman
dawn beckons freedom
A new mother doesn’t need words to pray. Her body is a pulsing prayer in motion. If there’s a part or fiber of her body not engaged in nurturing I don’t know of it.
in a split second | life shifts | you fall | not sure if | you heard it correctly | sprawled on the ground | truth has you pinned | writing about death | placing it on paper
Blame the promiscuous breeze of Chernobyl, diesel fumes, warp-walled genes. Blame payback. Blame the consorts of unhappiness, Freud shouting Get a grip.
I’m a blondish plucked chicken underneath my burgundy scarf
though I thought I was bold and tough when I cut my hair short weeks ago ready with wigs and peacock-bright coverings
If Lady Liberty could open her copper and iron lips and formulate words, would she emit French, a French accent? Would she say your fatigué, your pauvre, your huddled masses?