Grass scrapes my legs, I see my scars and I remember. I remember falling from the last tree that shed its leaves in winter. I remember you taking off your shoes by the side of the road, they lay there mimicking the last steps you took. I clung to you like ivy on terracotta bricks, maybe I shouldn’t have, maybe […]
I had a dream about a mansion where I fell asleep for days. When I finally awoke and left, the house was encircled by autumn trees. I was different, with eyes and hair of mint leaves, and four bleeding incisions on my left arm, trickling down to my palm, resembling foliage. Stacked on top of each other, as if they […]
Three flies away because you are gone, Three like the month we were both born in. I find myself writing about you more and more. Three like the hour you left, Like the number of months you have been gone, Like the day of the week it all happened. I will never be able to think about anything else but […]
Hanging on by a single thread. All others have been lost to time. They haven’t been replaced, their threads still hang lightly with their absence. Kept away but never donated, I wait just in case I’m needed one last time.
There’s an echo in my lower heart chamber, I say, as I reach for a pen, intending to write my sorrows away, But instead, I bleed words forever I will remember. I am the one it will dismember, I say, trying to think of anything else, but like every day, There’s an echo in my lower heart chamber. They never […]
I want to sew that name on my tongue, it sits there anyway, I call it out in my sleep and taste our sour separation the moment I wake.
Heart. A necklace forever lost at sea With ruffled feathered wings of paper and ink. Thoughts, regrets, drag me to the endless brink Of this deep ocean. I drown, I am free. For freedom is an auburn aspen tree, I climb and face my pain, tear leaves of zinc. It is quick sand where all my limbs can sink, I […]
Prologue Present ‘Anger can eat you up, from deep inside you, if you are not careful.’ ‘It will consume you until there is nothing left.’ ‘It will eat you alive.’ I know. *** I have a bracelet made of salt around my right wrist. From it, a lucky charm in the shape of a dark eye hangs, light as water. […]
I don’t like sharing. Every time I do, there’s someone ready to spoil it. To eat the last slice of a cake I made that I was saving for myself, to steal the scarf I had spent the past two months carefully knitting, to twist what had happened and tell me “they didn’t mean it, it means nothing.” So I […]
“The Lady of Shalott” was written by Alfred, Lord Tennyson in 1832. It is both based on the legend of king Arthur, and also on a short Italian prose text called ‘Donna di Scalotta ’written in the 13th century. The poem’s target audience was children, as it explores themes of childhood and adolescence, and adulthood, in particular transitioning from the […]