Wednesday, March 26, 2014

Persephone's postcard:

We curve around our sleep like bulbs in the ground
with their invisible, incipient, leaves--not ready to push into the world above.

Monday, March 10, 2014

A certain gesture

will sometimes throw me back to another time with another love.

Her collector's eye is like my sister's, and the delicate seed pods 

with their ghostly sheen, remind me how quickly it all speeds by.