I place the disability application in a ragged leather folder I found on the ground a year ago. I imagine lighting the papers on fire and burning every carefully placed word about all the things that are wrong with my brain. I spin around words like ability and disability. I don’t like any of them.Continue reading “Tending the Wasteland”
Author Archives: Carol Krause
their hands were full of love
three woman came it was dark amongst the trees and i was tired three woman came glowing light and comfort hands they surrounded me in love and i don’t know if and how and why they only visited for six minutes and i wish i could tell you more but these things are ephemeral andContinue reading “their hands were full of love”
Channels
She left me, I said. I opened my palms into the wind and blew back. I had been tousled about all night. My hair was shaken from me like leaves in a rain storm. I emerged bald and shimmering. A star hooked to an eye. Sky dust all over my arms. My eyes rolling toContinue reading “Channels”
Rest
I stood in the woods and wept. I curled my arms around a slender tree and cried. There was nothing lonely about it. I bent into a crevice and wailed with a whisper. They took everything, I said. I wept for the year that had led me to a cliff and cut the cuffs offContinue reading “Rest”
losing the world
I sit on my little red seat and my eyes go whirr whirr and the people clap as they scurry on by up the little elevator and out into the big bright world and the subway moves between stations like a giant spaceship and the signs on the wall are talking in a language iContinue reading “losing the world”
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