jlidgee

"Burial #1 The autumn is dipped in mud. The trees are skeletons reaching toward a pale sun. The earth is a swallowing weed-grave. We trample through the grass in a uniform slowness up a hill to what ..."

"The Chess board.Chess in a trance, a deep surrenderof consciousness, my pieces moving as if by themselves,mechanically, without minds, dying one after anotheras so many beings just not caring what hap..."

"In temple-mind. My hair is hung with sunlight and my chest is tanned and firm. I wear a string of Indian beads around my neck to protect me from God. My eyes are bright and sure of what they are look..."

"Loss.Darkness falls like snow, deep and glittery, sticking to me like a deathas I shiver home from the library with an armload of books.A cold wind blows below her third floor window,brightly lit beca..."