Poetry: Bracket Tranquility by Meredith MacLeod Davidson
what does mapping impose
on our {corporeal} experience
what does mapping impose
on our {corporeal} experience
You just need a regular notebook.
Being fourteen is balancing on a bridge in the middle of the night and wondering if staying would bring just as much pain as going.
We drive inside the belly of a whale
I’ve always been interested in dysfunctional families in my fiction.
this January skins refused to sag
the feet craved pumiced rituals
This was how nightmares took over dreams.
Life never seemed so good, my ass.
Often when a person dies, they become canonized, especially by family members. Sometimes it feels like a sacrilege to remember the actual whole, complicated person they were—the bad and the good.
The passengers are bright
and overflowing.