Category: Fragments

long form

This is the long form. This is the long relax. This is the long white whine. Where is the invention? Where are the roots of literature? The form is a worm.

listening to …

one of the more delicate stories one that doesn’t mention a husband

landmarks

If I could find my way to the egg on the pedestal, if I could find my way to the walking rock… No table salt, no laughing pepper. No funny farm, no moldy vegetables....

making plans

you could come over for breakfast but you can’t sleep over

memory of the mountains

Yes you are a wizard of language. Yes you may set a bonfire. Yes you can turn and turn and return. No you are not a clergyperson. No none of this should be bandied...

the natural world

I am tremendously interested in going into the mountains. The place where I will sit down to dinner with Arabs, my combed hair glistening. The charred fox on the platter, mistaken for dog, shot...

unseen baby

Unseen baby, unknowable one. You didn’t invite them to become bad mothers. You don’t correspond with mothers. You don’t know the alignment, the starsign, the angel of mother. You don’t ask and the mother...