Daily Archives: September 14, 2017

The Throatstone that Wakes Her

… This fear is the long slow heartbeat of that clock, the tocking of hours and the clicking of keys. It seizes the day in fits and starts and sputters, utters vapor words to a chalkboard sky, blows desert wind, … Continue reading

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Another Thing, Coming

I’m the dreaming ghost, guest, waitress, watcher, wanting the words to be true. Whatever the weapons may come to mean. ……………………………– Adrienne Rich, Scenes of Negotiation   … You’ve got it, in spades, she tells the girl in the mirror … Continue reading

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