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Invention was your solitude, your twin, wasn’t it, Miss Nin? The way you spread secret pages like silk violet capes, like fringed shawls, over an air of mystery, and err of desire. You enabled symmetry, to confess. Why couldn’t a … Continue reading
Modeling the glyphs of a soul’s swooning cursive– Who will transcribe me?
You cannot have her, many women in one cloak– split down the middle?
With a diarist’s intimacy and candor, Anais composed her dawnrise text to Henry and then hit SEND, grateful for the fast-flying expedient breath of a cellular technology that had yet to be invented.
Today: Bidden by tatters, and gravity’s mutable arc, the palpitations guide me. They are subtle, duly engaged, a milk-slow run of shivers. Bracing the rim, I peer out of cavedark: everything is sudden, color-soaked, a ferocious din and melt, fringed … Continue reading