Let them come for what’s left: a chorus of bone, river and soot. Worthy enough. Holy enough. Like all the others, singular—or not. Wanting only for your name to blue my lips and call it miracle. Our love double-knotted, saddle-stitched held the world together. Until it didn’t— all the words you placed in me flushed… Read More Remnants of the Goddess
Let us take the river path near Fall Hill. There we will negotiate an outcrop with its silvered initials & other bits of graffiti, all the way to the broken edge that overlooks the bend, & hold hands until we can no longer tell where the river ends.
Yesterday John Ritz came knocking on my door to tell me, The thing that the thing saw was true, I digress, The day before yesterday James Madison came to show me, I was lost, I didn’t know what the thing was that showed me being, Two men on a window seal calling out my name… Read More A Song Of Literature About John Ritz & James Madison