I hear it most when on the cusp of sleep:a whisperunlike a voicethat scurries from one ear to the next jittering something small and breathybefore slipping into the grey-black hum of a room bent on rest.Usually I turnpull the sheets to my noseand breathe the loving scent of yesterday’s warmth(something of lotion and laundry and…
Author: Bex
Eastward
I will show you something different from eitherYour shadow at morning striding behind youOr your shadow at evening rising to meet you. — T.S. Eliot We do, each of us, move like the sunfrom one crest to another. Though some have learned to turn,follow shadows in the evening,go where they lean.There, they say, in the…
Light Falls and Fills
Light falls and fills… – Theodore Roethke I feel for the switch,Stroking black air until myFingers find the light.
Holiday Cards
Scuffing through the kitchen, I stopped to right a slanted card slipping, as it was, under gravity and magnet. I pulled its corner to a wrinkle-black space, an open patch among the others, the red and green and gold and seasoned blend of photograph-news: a baby curling into its breath, scraps of gilded glass, a…
Windfall
I dropped a leaf along the path to see where it would go. The wind caught it, danced it to the high rock where she let it rest, orange-gold in the unimpeded light. Then, without warning, she pushed it with a rage-gust, tumbled it to a crevice where she let it lie, shadowed in hovel-decay….
Framing Eduardo C. Corral’s Slow Lightning Within Anzaldúa’s Path of Conocimiento
Gloria Anzaldúa, in her essay titled, “now let us shift…the path of conocimiento…inner work, public acts,” refers to socially constructed identity as a “cage you reinforce and double-lock yourself into” yet in reality, it is “a mental construction, fabrication” that can (and should) be broken and recomposed (Anzaldúa 558). In looking at Eduardo Corral’s book…
One Word
One word from you and I would have–When I thought at lastthe sun was shining, the storm abating, and the colors returning to the world between our worlds (not as vibrant, but vibrant nonetheless)it took only a word–one word–to realizeI’d imagined the color, seen it glimmering through my own translucent windows which I’d taken great…
A Brief Analysis of “Mary When You Follow Her” by Carmen Maria Machado
In understanding Carmen Maria Machado’s flash story, “Mary When You Follow Her,” I found it helpful to simplify the numerous clauses with a short summary of the narrative: in the autumn, after a series of terrible things occurred to and around Maria, and before another series of terrible things occurred, she caught a bus to…
Sparrow
“There’s a special providence in the fall of a sparrow.” – William Shakespeare, Hamlet I found a remnant of your lifewhen I arrived. Caught on the glass,it fluttered as I slowed until,stopped in the windless room,(like you) it grew still.I had drifted—the sun was behind me, pulling its golden blanket across the late-summer landscape,the war-room…
A Brief Analysis of Geoffrey Chaucer’s The Plowman
The “ploughman” is introduced as the brother and accompaniment of the Parson, the pilgrim who directly precedes him in Chaucer’s General Prologue. He is described by the narrator as a “trewe swynkere,” or a ‘true laborer’ as clarified in the Riverside Chaucer Explanatory Notes (Chaucer 26). His occupation as a plowman is to dig for…