We Write Poems’ Prompt this week encouraged us to think about trees… The Tree Climber Falling from a tree — That’s a memory I lack, though I wish I had a scar, almost imperceptible, hidden on my shin or across my clavicle like the indent of a seashell sleeping under the bone — It would haveContinue reading “The Tree Climber”
Category Archives: Sleepwalking
Blueprint of Hands
My father’s were knuckled and worn from work, played the game of snatching at mine which darted out of his palms like elusive fish The way each grade school classmate held their pen, how they wrote fixed in my memory, letters forming from the poise of closed fingers, a fist and an instrument The laborContinue reading “Blueprint of Hands”
The Persistence of Memory
One afternoon, as rain trickled onto the pavement and an ambulance sped by through the hazy streets, I was trying to recall the term for when the pitch of a sound alters due to the movement of its source, That word for when something moves, unstoppably, away, and the noise it makes is transformed, veeredContinue reading “The Persistence of Memory”
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