January 2010
2 posts
Bodies
My blood is autumnal but my body follows summer’s dogma: boardwalk wood dashed with salt, bleached white houses and tanned, weathered fingers like the rings of a tree inside the curve of my pale, stockingless leg, the red moon chased down by the thunderstorm at high tide, pruned fingers with the nails bitten off, the ocean playing the chameleon of mother, father, lover, womb….
My...
Sleep-waking
“Perhaps is has sometimes happened to you in a dream that someone says something which you dont understand, but in the dream it feels as if it has some enormous meaning - either a terrifying one which turns the whole dream into a nightmare or else a lovely meaning too lovely to put into words, which makes the dream so beautiful that you remember it all your life and are always wishing you...