Category: Writing

this is what we made.

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Where I come from there are no
ifs.
There is the ground and the sky
our feet and our hands.

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heart.

Credit: Brennan Massicotte

Credit: Brennan Massicotte

 

She’s calmer now. The winter Sun is setting.

 
           The edges of her voice have dulled

but

           her eyes are still swift, snowy blue

           blossomed into summer skies.

 

She is august now. Slow,

heavy as the air. Mellow,

 
the Moon easing in her hammock.

The Disappearing Woman

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Watch my arms reach they are
taffy ropes pulling always pulling
thinner thinnest

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Laundry

Credit: Arto Isotalo

It was the crispness of the sweater that made me stop. Folded firmly, it was starched with the wind and the sun of the country it was dried in. Australia. I pushed it up to my face and breathed in deeply. Just the stale scent of the plane remained, not the detergent she used to wash it. But it was enough, it was enough. I placed it over my face and let my head drop back as the memories of the trip washed up through my senses.

Inhale. Long flights and airport reunions. Exhale. Her bedroom in that little apartment, his dirty dungarees and white ponytail past the door. The curtain-sifted light in her room and the darkness sitting, brooding in the corners. Inhale. The wind, the constant wind around the house, through the windows, playing tag with the screen door. Exhale. Arguments. Speed-walking through pale, yellow brick streets under a muggy grey sky. And quiet conversations in the dusk; thoughts waiting on pillows.
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Needlepoint

 

She reached across and stuck the needle in

didn’t feel around for the vein

didn’t stop

to see

if it hurt.

 

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 there were days when the night didn’t end

didn’t break apart with the alarm

just laid on the floor beside yesterday’s clothes.

 

there were mornings that stayed night

trapped in the sheets, still cold from the night before

flat, dark in front of the sun between the blinds.

 

there were days when the morning and night dissolved together

pills and water, take one at bedtime every night

stomach cranking time to the hours between 12 and 12.