Wanting to learn this place, this collection of houses and people and lives that I came to willingly, that I chose, open-eyed, and that seemed to even welcome us here with cherry blossom, with the heartbreathless green of new leaf after winter, after wandering lost, that welcomed us with the gentle faith of my own …
NaPoWriMo 09 – day 30 (and end!)
Imago A box, made of some dark wood with no scent, no discernible grain. Inlaid into the lid, a scene of welcome made from scales that shone like pearls in shallow water. A man and his daughter and a tree with arching limbs. Shall I tell you about angels? There was no latch, no lock, …
NaPoWriMo 09 – day 16
Noah’s Daughters When he said we must cut off our hair, we said nothing. We’d already stripped the house of its timbers – the rooms' painted skins sagging inwards, membranes that swelled with the wind, the emptied lungs of some mythological beast, drowning in our heavy air. This is another one that I’ll add to the …
NaPoWriMo 09 – day 14
3 am and the owls are at it again. From our bed, I can see through the ceiling, through the slates and into the fabric of summer night. Without meaning, I am out of bed at the door in my nightdress, turning the key. The stone wall of our house hugging me close. Astride the …
NaPoWriMo – day 13
Gone of all the mistakes to land myself back in if I could focus on one moment it would be that one his eyebrow lifted, his lip almost curled and the words he could have spat at me laid instead in perfect syllables precious as any jewel I ever wore I have played it again, …
A Dark Feathered Art 