Written in Delible Ink
Reading Time: < 1 minute We set our dead into tidy rows Writing pages of graveyards, even though Whether they’re verses or curses Is known only to those Who can read it from either above or below.
MoreReading Time: < 1 minute We set our dead into tidy rows Writing pages of graveyards, even though Whether they’re verses or curses Is known only to those Who can read it from either above or below.
MoreReading Time: 2 minutes Oh, I too want to be a poet! and yet Tell me where is meaning bred In my heart or in your head? Is it in ancestral words or in your presumptions of what’s unsaid in the surrounding static or contextual tapestry that birthed the utterance of a syllable of a what is meaning and is Read more
MoreReading Time: < 1 minute Winter light shocks like a crime scene,Stabbing in from the side at a diagonal,Slashing through trees with harsh, yellowed beams. Backdrops become hazy with the blue-gray of old animated cels.Frazzled Cyprus march along the lane,Pushing ahead of distant oak skeletons dimmed by the fogWhile indigo redwoods look back across the valley atThe paintbrush blots of Read more
MoreReading Time: < 1 minute “But… I mean, what should a parent do for a child with his condition, doctor?” “Well, you see, an antichrist is born every generation or so. It’s very rare, but of course it does happen. In the middle ages they’d kill them, you know, barbaric times. Ever since the 19th century when god died, however, Read more
MoreReading Time: 2 minutes “Dying / is an art, like everything else. / I do it exceptionally well.” – Sylvia Plath, “Lady Lazarus” “And four black feet deep with/ Summer’s rotting rooks/ like Thomas Head’s and my time’s/ Unlamented, springless, passed.” – Assia Guttman Wevill, “Winter-End, Hertfordshire” (quoted in Guardian Unlimited. Saturday April 10, 1999) When we first met Read more
MoreReading Time: < 1 minute I’ll write my life into a book,Conveying every blood drop,Each of a thousand sliver deaths,Until its heart beats against its spine. You’ll grip & smudge & bend my pages,Misconstrue every breath and word,As sure as paper turns to ash,As sure as ink will fade.
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