life – Spilled Ink

The Sage Arrives Without Leaving:

The sage arrives without leaving:His feet carve tiny divots into the earthHis muscles ripple like a riverAnd his arms and legs are smooth and sturdyLike a banyan tree.He tells me stories with closed eyes and unmoving lipsWhy am I here? I ask him. He answers with silence. The sage arrives without leavingI exhume him fromContinue reading “The Sage Arrives Without Leaving:”

before i could remember

part 2 ~nine~ You watched yourself bleed, red blossoming against a manilla pillow. Your teacher walked you to the nurse’s office, where you cried tears of humiliation. Am I dying? You asked yourself. Am I dying? ~ten~ The year your grandfather passed away. ~eleven~ The year you thought you would receive your Hogwarts letterContinue reading “before i could remember”

before i could remember

part 1 ~nothing~ Something even the Greeks couldn’t understand. The pulsing of my mother’s womb—turbid and hollow; slick like the sound of a pallet struck against a gong. Empty. Pristine. It was like coming out of a vacuum where the white silence that cloaked you in the womb was drowned out by the obtrusive somethingness,Continue reading “before i could remember”