on the far side of the river
where it curves
the water
pushes farther onto the land
and turns
it to mud
I write your name into it
with my foot
limping in half steps
the way wounded animals move
feeling your name
harden in my throat
I gouge the shape of it
into the squelching earth
over and over
until your facelessness
coats
the riverbank
first with my heel
then with a broken stick
and finally on my knees
I draw each syllable
out
with my fingers,
touching them to my lips
every time
it's
finished.
Twenty years of nursing
emergency room wounds
and my grandmother
puts down her fork, rubs
her brow and tells me
the female suicide
is a more methodical,
calculating beast.
A woman will close
the curtains, cleanse
their apartment of clutter
for the first time in months
and proceed to overdose
in the comfort of their
own hospitality.
A woman will do this
because she is aware
someone will have to
discover her like this.
Someone will have to
bury her like this.
My grandmother says this
because when my uncle speaks
paramedic about the male
he pronounced dead from
a house’s television antenna
he never mentions a burial.
Why the fish-men are so many, and we, so few by reflectionsinwater, literature
Literature
Why the fish-men are so many, and we, so few
Kois flock like rainbows, trellis vines
evolved to curl to the Moon and dine.
We are rivers, but from gold mines,
the rails align and we find birds
evolved to curl. We are rivers
given to furnish vacant land.
We are rivers, but forgot, and
evolved to curl fish to brigands.
Past canopies foresaw this dirge:
we are rivers (evolved) to curl.
Everything You've Learned About Writing is a Lie by PinkyMcCoversong, journal
Everything You've Learned About Writing is a Lie
Literature Basics Week
Okay, so maybe not everything. But there's a lot of stuff that I remember learning in middle and high school that turned out to not actually work for me -- or for pretty much anybody -- as a writer. I'm hoping that if I can lay these lies out for you, we cans turn it around and unlearn some of these bad habits. Because, man, nothing says "noob" like practicing some of these frequently-taught faux pas.
Lie #1: Be super duper descriptive!
Wait, wait, I know what you're thinking. Descriptive language is good, right? You want your reader to know what you're talking about, and to be able to see, smell it, hear it, touch i
An intern physician, working in a haunted hospital in an empty city, in Pakistan. Interests include mathematics, photography, late night television and post-rock.
Favourite genre of music: Progressive Metal, Post-rock, Trip-hop
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
NIN, Jakob, Sigur Ros, Tool, Lady Gaga
Favourite Writers
Neil Gaiman, Stephen King, Peter Straub, Naeem Murr
Dear All,
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