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Posted on July 22, 2020 Leave a Comment
A Trick of Light Not layers, these dense states, no sequence of time served virtue rewarded no quest no rescue All here, braided. Always here and not. How did it begin? with light, of course, piercing falling breaking open to a single word ripening apples […]
Posted on July 12, 2020 Leave a Comment
The Chase – First Day Water breaks and there she blows gently down the stream. Alone again as when a girl but lulled by internal bowers never visited. Jungle greens and hot pinks pulsing drawing me in in in in the boat of my body in a gently tightening spiral to the spring the […]
Posted on July 11, 2020 Leave a Comment
The Symphony When I first split into womanhood (forty – forty – forty years ago!) the world split in two like an apple. Men were frightening, women more so, and some days I hardly knew which half to bite down on. It was hot then and maybe the sky was a woman, the river […]
Posted on July 4, 2020 Leave a Comment
Cetology For small erections may be finished by their first architects; grand ones, true ones, ever leave the copestone to posterity. God keep me from ever completing anything. This whole book is but a draught—nay, but the draught of a draught. Oh, Time, Strength, Cash, and Patience! Herman […]
Posted on July 3, 2020 Leave a Comment
Our Mark The women in my family come slowly to themselves. Decade by decade little habits of faith, of nurturance, drop from them until they are almost raw curiosity and off they go. Loop to loop then they trace that oldest walkabout, press their bodies into its mark. Infinite numbers of women have fallen into […]
Posted on July 1, 2020 1 Comment
The Advocate There are things, mostly blood- related, we never tell the men. Some things can’t be fit to words unless people have sailed the same ocean, done the same butchery, hunted the over-sized beast with the same mix of lust and dread. Waiting in the kitchen for a phone call about the birth […]
Posted on June 30, 2020 Leave a Comment
The Chapel Color sound texture temperature shape flavor fragrance attraction pressure memory dream song breath All these things are not without their meaning. There is death in this business of the corporeal chapel. There is birth. And all things in between. Take this body if you want it, eat it up. Or […]
Posted on June 29, 2020 Leave a Comment
The Masthead This place I rest becalmed above habitual chores horizon-blind seduced back to myself by luxury of time and temperature the liquid air the solid sea the singularity of elements, and love, and loving, lose myself in sea and air and oak plank so that falling would not bring horror, memory of […]
Posted on June 20, 2020 Leave a Comment
The Counterpane These savages have an innate sense of delicacy, say what you will. First light. First color. Grandma’s quilt, the one made from our old cowboy and Indian pjs, her house dresses, aprons. I lay under generations of genetic code this morning with a strange brown arm flung across my neck. I smell […]
Posted on May 11, 2020 Leave a Comment
Qohelet 11 In the womb who knows how mingled exhalations solidify and animate the being there? It grows, unfurls from its given code— a little emptiness left for surprise— to make bones, to synchronize its heartbeat with the earth’s breath. The woman casts everything she knows into the, yes, wayward wind, onto the, […]
Sherry Robbins 