In my mouth is an enduring summer solstice where dawn follows dusk in such rapid succession I barely taste the night. — Dominik Parisien, from “I Am Learning to Forget,” Strange Horizons: 2013 Fund Drive Special. Published between 6 September and 4 October 2013. Advertisements
For we live with those retrievals from childhood that coalesce and echo throughout our lives, the way shattered pieces of glass in a kaleidoscope reappear in new forms and are songlike in their refrains and rhymes, making up a single monologue. We live permanently in the recurrence of our own stories, whatever story we tell.… Continue reading Michael Ondaatje
All day I have written words: My subject has been that. Words. And I am wrong. And the words. I burn Three pages of them. Words. And the moon, moonlight, that too I burn. —A poem remains. But in the words, in the words In the fire that is now words. I eat the… Continue reading Robert Sward
This is what I know about love, that it is tested every day, and what is not renewed is lost. One chooses either to care more or to care less. Once the choice is to care less, then there is no stopping the momentum of goodbye. Each loved thing slips away. There is no stopping… Continue reading Helen Humphreys
But who can remember pain, once it’s over? All that remains of it is a shadow, not in the mind even, in the flesh. Pain marks you, but too deep to see. Out of sight, out of mind. — Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid’s Tale. (Houghton Mifflin Harcourt, April 25, 2017) Originally published 1985.
Sometimes, solitude is worse than hunger. — Dany Laferrière, from A Drifting Year. (Coach House Pr, September 1996) Originally published 1994.
I’ve come home in love with loneliness. — L. M. Montgomery, Anne of Avonlea (Anne of Green Gables #2). Bantam Books, July 1, 1984. Originally published 1909.