I, a silvery thing, come flashing by— by night or day, I don’t know when. I made a hook out of my intellect, and forged it into an icon of man’s ire— a slippery, silvery thing. My words enter the skeleton of the mind, which does not let the darkness out, nor let the earth’sContinue reading “A Silvery, Slippery Thing”
Monthly Archives: March 2016
Pilgrims
We come to the island first. We think it possible and perfect, a fort of such esteem, we will live here like Egyptians, the pharaoh hovering over a pyramid so big it could just be the moon rising across the desert.. We grow in miniature. We are powerful. We are overfull with the bones andContinue reading “Pilgrims”