A few dreams ago, I watched the dancers float in and out of the stage, a long dark canyon into fog. Rehearsing and misremembering, I watch children weep in white. Some float away into the rafters as they cry, buoyant by means not their own. Their tears stain the stage. I sop them up with … More three dreams
Talk about the weather, whether that has anything to do with it is yours to decide. Put on a warmer coat, if that will help. Walk a little further, kill a little time. Order a coffee, smear the stain across the table; crumple a napkin. Say goodbye, if it means anything. … © 2015 Anna-Christina … More if it means anything
“One day a malefactor was to be executed on a gallows; but with a condition that if any woman, having nothing on but her shift, married the man under the gallows, his life was to be saved. This extraordinary privilege was claimed; a woman presented herself; and the marriage ceremony was performed.” ~The Interesting Narrative … More The Lamentation of the Gallows Bride
This is the first year I put up tinsel. Sways silver in the draft, sends shimmering shadows into the corners. I had to tape up the corners of my posters, a few fell down today. A grey wet Monday, and no new beginnings to speak of. Soon it will be colder. This is weather to … More however late
It was around this time many years ago when our class went to a summer camp as the autumn turned cool. We were to talk to each other without the skyscrapers leaning over us. When we got to the bare cabins where even now the snow had fallen, a fever fell me. I nearly fainted … More sick slate
When we were very young, my father picked pumpkins for us while he was grocery shopping. My father fretted as he spread the table with newspaper and found the perfect knife. I remember the cold mucus, the strings and gore, the firm vegetable flesh that gave way with a fathers’, but not a daughters’, hand. … More pumpkins & other things
Parsnips and licorice on the counter and the way you knew what to do with your hands and a knife. The bitterness of a little blood made the earth and the sweet taste like they were together longer than a grocery-bag, dirt and dark. You didn’t lick the blade, but you came close. … © … More parsnips + licorice
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