THE ABYSSAL ZONE Down here, you better bring your own light. Better grow light bulbs from your forehead To distinguish dark from deeper dark. Teach your gut to wait a week before hunger. Then a month. Then a year. Teach your tongue To love what falls from better places. Down here, we all bleed anti-freeze.Continue reading “The Abyssal Zone”
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Diversity Initiatives
DIVERSITY INITIATIVES On the ground between us there is a hole. Can you call something a pit when you can’t See the bottom of it? Cross, you tell us. Make it over here and then we can love you. One by one, we cross the only way our bodies can. One by one, falling untilContinue reading “Diversity Initiatives”
The Master’s Tools
THE MASTER’S TOOLS The ground is smooth, we say, but you know different. The surface is smooth, you say, but underneath are razors. Look at my feet, you say. We gasp at the scars. But we walk on this ground, we say, every day, without Bleeding. You say, look at what I’m carrying, this weight.Continue reading “The Master’s Tools”
Washing Blackberries at the Sink
WASHING BLACKBERRIES AT THE SINK You wanted to wash the blackberries yourself, you said. I lifted you up to sit on the sink and made the water run. One by one you plucked them from my hand to wash them, then eat them, your other hand your other hand holding your balance by pushing againstContinue reading “Washing Blackberries at the Sink”
Corinna Schulenburg 