Refraction
We accepted unclear intentions and stayed too long. When the time came, we fled in an instant, a broken refraction.
Poetry
The Old Wall
The old wall stands proud, unbroken by many assaults. But the soft green ivy with fragile roots seeking cracks to grow in, assure the wall will crumble and break. So it is with love.
“The Universe Bends Toward Justice” by Martin Luther King, Jr. / “The Peace of Wild Things” by Wendell Berry
Interlaced by Lucy Bell When our days become dreary with low-hovering clouds of despair, When despair for the world grows in me And when our nights become darker than a thousand midnights, and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be, let us
Caladesi Island
Not five minutes after we embarked on the inland path, our eyes watchful for rattlesnakes amid yellow cactus-flowers, the vampires invaded. We wondered about malaria, remembered the repellant lying on the floorboard. Brown swarms revealed our bodies as simple prey, frantic slaps and our palm lines swirled in the red relief of our own blood.
the matchstick girl
the matchstick girl is of no use in a time like this, when it is such a transient flame she carries in those mitten-wrapped hands, shivering. she shakes upon striking, and it’s not helpful to the cause. no, a fire for this task must cement in her hand, holding more steady than that which will
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The End
Here’s what I’m thinking now at the end of the world: If knowledge is power, and power corrupts, then why did I bother reading you, Cicero? Besides, the tortoise will get us all hare or no hair. Does it matter that I don’t love you? Would it matter if I did? There’s a poetry reading