Lament for the 8th, but held.

April 8th Lament Weeping seeps forth from the radio, in a single violin note drawn out long, the resolution of a woeful melody bowed on wounds still uncauterized. An aching echo reverberates in my deep well. Here lies the origin of sorrow for those gone before and those yet to go. The poignant pitch awakens anew my singular fact: I… Continue reading Lament for the 8th, but held.

Mother Dishwasher

Self-Potrait with Cabin, ©2008-2014. Dishwasher Last night’s leftovers luxuriate in the sink. Dirty dishes, unwind in bubbles thick as cumulus clouds, play footsies with the forks. Take me away they say. Steamy water blandishes the sludge from a plate of family life, coaxes peanut butter stuck to spoons, battles the resistant forces of the coagulated congeal in a forgotten cup. It bemoans its miserable… Continue reading Mother Dishwasher

for my sister[s]

Sarah Figlio, ©2012, 2014. From Be the Beach Be The Beach Where the water meets the sky is the constant flux the perpetual possibility the made and the remade the molded and the malleable. Immense this potential non-lymphate— unequaled. Resolve embedded in a body constituted of liquid— changeable from ice to ether. Today tranquility moves without effort— seductive as a… Continue reading for my sister[s]