Zero at the Bone by Stacie Cassarino

Oct 04, 2011 20:52

First the snow for days. Blankout. Frost heaves. I shovel away your
tracks. I expect you. I think one night you're holding my feet at the
edge of the bed, you're downstairs reading The Hour We Knew
Nothing of Each Other. I smell you in the sheets. Wind blows the
door open. Even the single bluebird is looking for you. For 40
nights I dream you leave ( Read more... )

stacie cassarino

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alwaysashipper October 5 2011, 12:01:58 UTC
The book is excellent... Highly recommended.

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teithiwr October 4 2011, 21:07:28 UTC
This is fantastic! I'd never heard of this poet, so thanks for posting this. Especial love for:

the sky's spindrift

and

I am without a body desperate for the sorcery of
summer

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o_glorianna October 5 2011, 00:47:56 UTC
Thanks for this.

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writtenbyhand October 10 2011, 11:33:56 UTC
This heart unwinters against your will
Amazing. ♥

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moireach October 15 2011, 03:24:26 UTC
I really like this, thanks so much for sharing.

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