i went to the cupboard and the cupboard was bare, nothing there. i ran from the rat race and the clock struck one. darth and ella vader like to go up and down up and down. they’re really going places,
Misspelled Omelet
Let’s say I keep a tidy kitchen. I like to think that my things are in the kitchen. * * * Let’s say we live in a single room. The cat is always at our feet. We live in a
Somatic Writing: A Breath or Battery-Fueled Life?
Repetition is the only form of permanence that Nature can achieve.–George SantayanaOur work now is to embody intelligence.–Eve Ensler Yoga (“to yoke, or join”): the art of union, not the fetish of fragmentation, between breath and movement. A commitment to
Chorale
Naomi Buck Palagi has been interested in “shaping crafts” such as woodworking, sewing, writing and singing since her childhood in rural Kentucky. She became focused on poetry as an amazingly flexible vehicle for thought and communication, and has work published in
Honey is a She
To the drowned birds, locked in feather parquet:here’s to primitive machinery, to nail bedsand chipped bone, to placing arrows across our abdomens digestivecontractions, oh Jamie Lee Curtis, oh my god. To our hips, warring with occipitallobes, to maids who force–fed
This is Not a Survival Guide
listen deer heartwe were never silk billowsfrom a plummeting backpacksnares of woven grassor unrequited howlsinstead there is musicairborne rodents in tragic furthe knife in the barkable to stand by itselfwhat can theatre teach youabout atrocitynothing we cannot learn in a