“You were you, but now and then you’d change.” -Tracy K. Smith, “Field Guide” My first reading of Lucille Clifton’s “Dialysis” is a memory cemented in my mind, as though a lighthouse keeping me from running aground. The waves grew more turbulent, and I imagined listless whispers repeating “[I]f our dead were here, they […]
I looked at the half-gone cigarette in my hand. I became aware of a ticking and a glass table in front of me, covered in smoked cigarettes. I recognized the table, of course, and knew where I was. I answered questions.
The scene opens in a dark park between streets unseen. At first there is the sound of a swing swinging back and forth; the sound of chain scraping against chain. The wind blows and with it comes the sound of low and heavy drums. Elsewhere, the stage has been set up with a […]
Your former self used to go deep into wooded areas to find the things and places people and time had forgotten. The Johnsons touched often, now touch little, will touch less. The Smiths touched often, still touch often, will touch often. They are touching now. When you found the forgotten places it would […]
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