the system
Inside there was like a bare room, or an alphabet, an alphabet of clemency. Now at last you knew what you were supposed to know. The words formed from it and the sentences formed...
Author: cednie
leaning on learning
Your knotted hair Around your shoulders A shawl the color of the spectrum Like that marvelous thing you haven’t learned yet. J.A., “The Skaters,” p223 Today I was reading from The Double Dream of...
speaking freely
We had reached that stage in our perennial evolution where holy thoughts no longer exist and one can speak one’s mind freely, and the night shot back an answering fragrance: too far to the...
the instruction manual
Back to the instruction manual which has made me dream of Guadalajara. J.A., “The Instruction Manual,” p10 Risky risky risky risky. Commentary, I mean. I didn’t understand this poem as a parody until I...
air gets thinner
I could tell you about some of the things I’ve discarded but that wouldn’t help you because you must choose your own, or rather not choose them but let them be inflicted on and...
living and dying
How do we explain the harm, feeling We are always the effortless discoverers of our career, With each day digging the grave of tomorrow and at the same time Preparing its own redemption, constantly...
why
www.chiasmus.com Now who can say WHY I ran across a link to the above website tonight surfing in a completely different vicinity, me who hardly ever randomly surfs the web anyway? signed, frustrated by...