Dancing with SisyphusEven if you return, even if you breathe life into all you have burned, even if you break the fall, arrest the surge, quell the rush, heed…4d agoA response icon24d agoA response icon2
Your RoomIt was a room, like those hidden in hospitals, near corridors dancing to the sirens of intensive care. Locked, sanitized, vacuumed of air.Jul 6A response icon1Jul 6A response icon1
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The God of Class & SufferingI met God last night at a small office in Cambridge. She sat on an egg, a gift by Arne Jacobsen. And she glowed in a navy double breasted…Apr 25, 2024A response icon2Apr 25, 2024A response icon2
Recycled Tinall those things we were never told how children will grow up to mirror our shadows and how shadows are often brighter than garments of…Mar 13, 2024A response icon1Mar 13, 2024A response icon1
The ChildUntil he returns– the child you once lost in the folds of your bed in the pleats of your skirt in the spinning of threads. The child you…Mar 6, 2024A response icon1Mar 6, 2024A response icon1
