Tag Archives: daughter

Daughter, Mother

Mother, without your touch, blood-lush access to eternity’s grasp, I am rudderless, and adrift, in a world that shits on innocence. ………………………………….. Daughter, without you to hold, a promise illumined into love’s totem, I am sunless, and moonless, a stray … Continue reading

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , | 1 Comment

Anne Sexton

It begins with a stopwatch, and a glass of water. The stopwatch belonged to her father, or to her father’s father. The glass of water is a joke. Imagine trying to remedy all that desert within, all that scabbing red … Continue reading

Posted in Poetry, Prose, Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 4 Comments

Zuzu’s Petals

  A father’s pocket, containing secret petals— the meaning of love.

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Mother, Daughter

Mother, without your touch, blood-lush access to eternity’s grasp, I am rudderless, and adrift, in a world that shits on innocence. ………………………………….. Daughter, without you to hold, a promise illumined into love’s totem, I am sunless, and moonless, a  stray … Continue reading

Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 2 Comments

Zuzu’s Petals

(It’s a Wonderful Life haiku) A father’s pocket, containing secret petals— the meaning of love.

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Totem

   Here, her mother said, pressing something into her palm.    A pinch.    A pinch, breaking skin, spreading blush and heat.    She looked down—her palm now tattooed with a tangle of dark glyphs; a concert of spirals, curlicues … Continue reading

Posted in Artwork, Prose | Tagged , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment