Here are just a few favourite passages from this impressive book.
It is always like this.
I cannot calculate
the hurt ahead of time.
I cannot spare myself.
So I go headlong--
I go wanting.
And these flowers:
how bright they are.
Dried,
they keep their color all winter.
It is always like this.
I cannot calculate
the hurt ahead of time.
I cannot spare myself.
So I go headlong--
I go wanting.
And these flowers:
how bright they are.
Dried,
they keep their color all winter.
second half of
"Moving Away from an Event"
My mother is anger and want, a small girl.
I am a small girl too.
One of us darts in and out of the bushes.
The other cannot imagine her suffering.
end of "Poem with a Riddle in It"
Such a small idea and gone:
her hands in the air at dusk,
the sun--just a click now in the trees--
end of "Poem with Light on Its Shoulder"
I say gauzy the way you might say love,
meaning my hunger--
desire a net, after all,
and rigged--
from "Fabric/Lyric"
Read my selections from Samyn's Beauty Breaks In (New Issues, 2009 and Purr (New Issues, 2005).
