Delving into the body I lose my voice. Months ago I knew how to enter the profound place where words are formed, where they pulse, where their autonomic rhythms continue to beat after they leave my brain - just as the heart, transplanted, does not depend on the human organism but sustains itself travelling from … Continue reading Silence
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It’s that…
It's that I'm missing you: an empty cavern where my full heart once was. ~~~
The Travelling Onion
To the Muses, with love, 2005 "And I would never scold the onion for causing tears."* The onion does what it does. We each must live this way. The small tears you have caused me the days of laughter they are of my own making yet they are yours; you must love the way you … Continue reading The Travelling Onion
The bones of a poem
The bones of a poem lie beneath your skin, anchoring each muscular stanza, shaping the rhymes of left and right, dancing with the complicated riff of the brain punch-drunk on electrical impulses, stamping jubilant feet to the pulsing rhythms of the fluid-bearing vessels and their drum-beat heart.
Ellen Symons Writes 