Tag: Inkroci 42
Gill Hornby – Miss Austen
In 1840, Cassandra Austen decides to show up unannounced at the vicarage of the Fowle family, that has to be vacated after the vicar's...
Ellen Bass – Mammogram Callback with Ultrasound
So this is what I’m here for, to see inside
the mute weight of my right breast, heavy handful
of treasure I longed for as...
Ellen Bass – Black Coffee
I didn’t know that when my mother died, her grave
would be dug in my body. And when I weaken,
she is here, dressing...
Ellen Bass – The Small Country
Unique, I think, is the Scottish tartle, that hesitation
when introducing someone whose name you’ve forgotten
and what could capture cafuné, the Brazilian Portuguese way...
Ellen Bass – Indigo
As I’m walking on West Cliff Drive, a man runs
toward me pushing one of those jogging strollers
with shock absorbers so the baby...
Charles Dickens – A tale of two cities
“Read Dickens, he is the master of us all”
I would define myself as Cartesio’s son: doubt lives within me.
I doubt that people’s actual skills...
Claire Loader – we said goodbye on a wednesday
did you still exist before i woke
before the need to pee
put you on a collision course
with gravity
before you danced with me in...
Ellen Bass: the best of oneself must shine like stellar dust
I have not yet read the complete work of Ellen Bass but I find her one of the most interesting contemporary authors for the...
Catherine Dunne – In the Beginning
There are emotions, feelings and sensations you think belong only to you, details you think you are the only one to perceive: however, it’s...
Claire Loader – Bystander
I feel some days
an observer.
Watching as my boobs
edge lower, my lines
etch deeper.
Watching the silky hands
of time slip
before my eyes, pulling
my hapless soul.
As I...