Category Archives: The Grandmother

Little Bit

It is difficult to express, starts out messy, dreaming of pockets. I am sloppy and shedding and everything hurts. I find my way to the Wellspring and ask for help with the ache in my head. I see my heart incased … Continue reading

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Telling is brushing her long black hair. She is supple and smiling. I give her the golden bowl to drink from. She has forgiven me my long neglect. My heart pours out, rippling and dark as her hair. We have … Continue reading

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until we are rested

I go to the Wellspring. I am full of splinters. Shrapnel. “Why do I always get so full of splinters?” She applies leaches to suck the splinters out. I sink down limp and baggy. “I would like to be a … Continue reading

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