Dear Mrs. Stevens, who told me I could write You were old and you were mean and you hardly ever smiled – but you did sometimes Mrs. Stevens, and you told me I could write Your stiffly buttoned Oxford shirts, your mannish, leather Oxford shoes, your giant Oxford dictionary (“just look it up!”) you told me […]
Archives for July 2015
At the Sea, The Child Returns by Kim Valzania
At the whisper, the rolling swish of waves, at the sea, the child returns Hot sand sifting and flip flop prints, the child, she returns Gull, tipped head looks and looks and knows that little child, for she has just returned Laughing, face lifted to the sun, eyes closed but to the sun, the child […]
This Body, My Body By Kim Valzania
Oh this body, my body – betrays, protects, repulses, connects. This body, my body that nourishes, and gives pleasure, that bends over backwards – and just like a rug or a mat, lays itself flat on the floor for those to walk on; to walk over. It endured the stab, the slice, not once, not twice, but […]