How to keep the flint shell of his heart from cracking before he was ready. That being forbidden a thing would only make him want it more, but sometimes it was easier not to want something if he knew he could never have it. — Anna-Marie McLemore, Wild Beauty (Feiwel and Friends, 2017)
Bring me a drink.I need to think a little.Paper. Pen.And I could use the stinkof a good cigar–eventhough the sun’s out.The grackles in the trees.The grackles inside my heart.Broken feathers and stiff wings. I could jump.But I don’t.You could kill me.But you won’t. The gracklescalling to each other.The long hours.The long hours.The long hours. —… Continue reading Sandra Cisneros
I wanted to come undone like gold thread, like a tent full of birds. — Sandra Cisneros, from “One Holy Night,” Woman Hollering Creek and Other Stories. (Random House April 3, 1991)
In the moisture of a dirt road I traveled, you are the rain that visited the night before. — Juan Delgado, from “The Evidence is Everywhere,” Vital Signs. (Heyday (October 1, 2013)
wanted to come undone like gold thread, like a tent full of birds. — Sandra Cisneros, from “One Holy Night,” Woman Hollering Creek and Other Stories. (Random House April 3, 1991)
The Vale of Soul-Making 