Sappho, Our Lady Of Longing

Love, that great deceiver that great door-slammer, that great window-opener that great-great-carpenter, that great-great-great-oarsman, honing rippling forearms and bulging pectorals, straining hard against the temptation of violence, rowing predator over water under sky. blue is the color of heartbreak, dead is the shade of life sprouting upwards out of shiny shed snakeskin, two round holesContinue reading “Sappho, Our Lady Of Longing”

Home(r)

It’s raining.  I sit in bed, candles burning, heating pad turned on, thinking about Oliver Sacks and distortions in the brain.  It took me until approximately 5:30 pm to feel awake today. I wonder where this lethargy is coming from—do I need iron supplements? Am I anemic? Have I somehow acquired mono? I sleep 6-10Continue reading “Home(r)”