Daily Archives: April 21, 2012
of mourning emptied. his closets, her torn heart. of evening shadows spill doubt. she aches, without. of longing desire? just this: to know herself. of morning daybreak. sky shouts a new song. ..
I remember feeling sorry for the slimy little suckers as we sliced them open, identifying organs: lungs, stomach, liver, heart; scraping cell samples from each onto glass slides identifying comparing contrasting taking notes, Mr. G jabbering on kingdom, phylum, class, … Continue reading
(a kyrielle) Look very closely, yes it’s true, He’s made of diff’rent stuff than you. Things known him and him alone It must be that “Y” chromosome. He only has one word for “bummed;” We have one hundred eighty-one. “Fine” … Continue reading