Tag Archives: motherland
Practicing Magic
You’re not good at exorcising your demons So often you pick them up and hold them up to the light, shake them around, let them even shine a little, inspect them for rough edges, for torn bits. Here’s your mistake: … Continue reading
There/Not There
slipping down reaching clawing wet hands bloody hands reaching grasping in the slick slip mud slide down the pitch right to the edge right to the edge hang on hang on hang on hold on too late falling done falling … Continue reading
100 words – Motherland
Even on the brightest days, bellyfull and eyeshine — Even with the sweetest touch, ardor and promise — Even when the memory of friends is weighty with assurance, with kindness, with connection, with an establishment of joy that for the … Continue reading
Welcome Home
Slogging through an eternal winter of the mind, fingers and heart numb, eyelids heavy from frost and self hate. The world is perpetually dark, with a pale, weakling sun, who never quite comes above the horizon, circling around the perimeter … Continue reading