in the muted pastel stillness of your bedroom, let the light bend around the corner. look to vibrating shadows on still white curtains, the embroidered cloth you have carefully pinned to unevenly-painted walls. the dry air of windows too-long shut in the summer heat, artificial stagnant breeze of the air conditioner. keep the covers on, … More on waking
The leaves move quietly in the gentle wind, remembering where the coolness came from: far away, across the sea. Great churning depths, the boil of black water and the grave; an empty voice in the sweating void. Summer days of pelting rain, melting plastic; the slow release of poison from what we made with our … More in the afternoon
note: written while on a recent trip to Mexico, and on the aquasition of a beautiful piece of art; a linolium print of a snail with a human heart instead of a shell, with roses growing from the ventricles, illustrating the phrase “el corazon lento”, meaning “the slow heart” or “I am faithful to you”. … More el corazon lento : the slow heart
anna-christina betekhtin 