Franco

"Since then she had changed so much in her thoughts, in her ways, even in her looks, that she might wonder if she knew herself--except that the changes were all in the direction of becoming more and more herself. She was no longer afraid to like or to dislike anything too much. It was as if she had found some authority for taking what was hers and rejecting what seemed unimportant."

Self-Portrait With My Dead Sister


There is a girl and a boy sitting on a curb
next to the ocean somewhere in Oregon
where the rain, which has just stopped, has caused
a mud puddle to form in the foreground, just in front
of the boy’s white shoe: his pants
are blue, his jacket is red, and he is not
smiling at all, which I think
is what makes her faintly upturned lip
look so much like a smile.
Never mind that these people were real,
that one will grow up and keep on being real,
while the other will grow up and be dead.
Never mind the brusk presentation or presumptuous
implications the speaker in my poem employs:
he should be excused on account of his grief,
and frankly, it’s probably for the best
that we ignore him and just stick to the facts. For example,
the boy is nearly five years old, which makes the girl
nearly seven years old, which makes it nearly 15 years
before she drove past a stop sign and then,
didn’t do anything ever again.
Despite the fact that here, she has just
pulled her legs into her chest, has just set her chin
on her knees, turned up the corner
of her lip, and here it seems as if she could,
for a moment, break through the artifice of time,
the static nature of her disposition, and say something
utterly irrelevant, something
I won’t pretend
to understand.

poemswhileyouwait:

"You and I of Sea" by Jennifer Steele — Randolph Street Market, 7.26.14
Poem topic: “Happy Anniversary to my best hubby! 35 yrs”

poemswhileyouwait:

"You and I of Sea" by Jennifer Steele — Randolph Street Market, 7.26.14

Poem topic: “Happy Anniversary to my best hubby! 35 yrs”

You go your way
I’ll go your way too

—Leonard Cohen, Book of Longing (via larmoyante)

Anonymous asked: what is teaching like?

Hi! Teaching is tough but I adore it. Onward and upward, ya know?

daisylafarge asked: really really enjoyed your poems in hobart (and I'm usually rly lazy reading things online) just wanted to say !

Oh my goodness! Thank you! XO

lk-shaw asked: hi, i really liked your poems at hobart.

Hi!! Thanks, lady. Sry, this is such a late response. I just found my messages :}

orphanwork:

“Women Prisoners with Their Daughters (Mujeres Presas con Sus Hijas),” 1991-92. Photograph by Adriana Lestido (b. 1955), Argentina.

orphanwork:

“Women Prisoners with Their Daughters (Mujeres Presas con Sus Hijas),” 1991-92. Photograph by Adriana Lestido (b. 1955), Argentina.

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