Anything can be accomplished, but not everything obtained ( Read more... )

The feet matter, and the hands. What more wonderful in the world than a woman's hands? Hands are amazing machines anyway, but I would think of hers with almost awe, that history could have produced such beautiful flowers. Each joint a miracle, and the perfectly rounded nails. But all are alike that (inspiring the same admiration in me). Smaller ( Read more... )

The things that are most beautiful are in people. People aren't different from nature, even when apart from it. You can't get out of the world, even when you're cloistered in a tiny room. Faces are flowers, all eyes are the same, trembling with inward light. Praise fingers as much as ocean currents. Tempers of mood hardly differ from atmospheric ( Read more... )

Like the root, just letting the wind and water pass over, and all the insects accrue. Indivisible from the light particles and the motes in the air, all us of unthinking, unable to process pain. The nervous system is one of the cruellest tricks evolution has played. The nearly infinite capacity to suffer. Imprisonment through birth in a body. I ( Read more... )

Dear me, I'm sorry I neglected I. Rather than sitting across, facing the self in the seat of I, too many posts, not enough open windows. The fresh air doesn't reach, nor no sweet smells. Everything withdrawn, objects dropped in water without ripples. Dear me, why so stringent with me? Why such a narrow diet of intellectual food, and why all this ( Read more... )

Now that was quite a dearth of information. Probably soon to be followed by another. Why do all women hate me? Why was I born into such a disgusting body? And why, when the bodies of other people mostly seem the same, no matter the day, does mine vacillate so wildly? I swear I look good sometimes. I swear that is true. But then it seems a miracle I ( Read more... )

The President Alone ( Read more... )

notes on people. no particular punctuation. the old giving, leaving, going away, cars pulling away, hours one on another turning on with now the new absence of the woman, and that compounded over time, and the time compounded by height or weight of soul, overall weight of human, the human animal in its creeping, and placements in cities, new ( Read more... )

to be in a pillow, or in the sun-warmed sand beneath Samantha, who is still in Mohican Bay, or to return to her saturated red dress with confidence, or to inhabit Neal, or him to inhabit me, and to not inhabit any longer or inculcate (improper usage!) with the spiders or the ghosts of spiders or other imgainary things floating in the dregs at the ( Read more... )

oh my sister of the tangled spool and spokes, of the waterlogged wheel, and of the many divorces, and of the numbers, and of the cooling heart, and of the slammed doors and of the shut ins and of the old folks and of the grandfathers canes, and of the photographs, and the invented names, and of the laundry chutes, and of the circus floats, and of ( Read more... )