I Sing The Body Electric, Especially When My Power’s Out. This is my bodyI have weather veinsThey’re especially sensitive to dust storms and hurricanesWhen I’m nervous my teeth chatter like a wheelbarrow collecting rainI am rusty when I talk- it is the storm in me The doctor said some day I might not be able… Continue reading Andrea Gibson
Things are broken constantly, as dandelions I can’t tell what anything is it’s something I destroy in absence as spirits that forget themself — Tom Blood , from “The Sky Sleeps in a Hammock of Night,” The Sky Position. (Marriage Records 2006)
Your silence furnishes a dark house. But even at the risk of burning, the moth always seeks the light. — Elizabeth Acevedo, from “In Translation,” The Poet X (HarperTeen, March 6, 2018)
On foot I had to cross the solar system before I found the first thread of my red dress. I sense myself already. Somewhere in space hangs my heart, shaking in the void, from it stream sparks into other intemperate hearts.” — Edith Södergran, “On Foot I Had to Cross the Solar System,” Forbidden Love… Continue reading Edith Södergran
The Vale of Soul-Making 