Death ain’t nothin’ but a songmy mother moved out of her bodydecided it was no longer worthyit couldn’t contain her laughter. couldn’t obey the house-rules of human.her spirit, that young and fresh fever, wanted to call the night her dance club.wanted to try on new clothes, stay out later. my mother now wears the world. dresses herself with the tall ...
I want you to knowone thing.You know how this is:if I lookat the crystal moon, at the red branchof the slow autumn at my window,if I touchnear the firethe impalpable ashor the wrinkled body of the log,everything carries me to you,as if everything that exists,aromas, light, metals,were little boatsthat sailtoward those isles of yours that wait for me.Well, now,if little ...
Seeing things | Sally Odgers“There’s no such thing as unicorns,”My teacher said in class(She doesn’t know what’s in the parkDancing in the grass)“Fairies? Don’t be foolish,”My brother gives a hootBut I don’t care—I know they’re there(I hear their silvered flute)“Dragons are for stories,”Gran told me gently onceI called her when I saw one(But she was having lunch)They think I’m being ...
