08 : suck myself out the heart i give it back

the past two days have been full of mistakes in the adventures of bookmaking

it’s nice to find time and quietly reflect for poetry, though

 

08 : suck myself out the heart i give it back

there are six directions

a body in the dark

hears only one

 

 

04 : suck myself out the heart i give it back

…when the three women writers would get together and talk about each other’s work

this came to me while writing the everyday, every day : poetry by Maja Elverkilde

 

04: suck myself out the heart i give it back

writers, writing

workshop

witches’ brew

 

i was recalling the time spent living, writing in The Forest

specifically when the three women writers would get together and talk about each other’s work

 

struck by the supernaturalism that arises without intention when invoking images of magic, witches, spells

literal metaphors for language as ritual

wanted to honor that uncanny landscape
a physical world giving rise to the mystical

and both are inexplicably linked to my own [feminine] experience