Candace Pearson – Invisible
Invisible I come from the body of no body A body that declines to see itself in the mirror understands self-protection Fade is to fading is to faded I am fluid margins shifting alliances Solid matter an illusion a pencil sketch that erases itself outlines drawn in breath or ghost ink * I come […]
Candace Pearson – The Twin Bed
The Twin Bed In the austere twin bed, the woman they call “the mother” is dying. The other woman, the daughter in the doorway doesn’t believe it. Impossible to think the first woman would relinquish all control of the comings and goings of the world. The daughter watches labored inhalations; they are twitches from the […]
Candace Pearson – Aubade: Again
Aubade: Again Darling, all night I have been flickering, off, on, off, on. —Sylvia Plath Good morning friend faithful one still here with me Last night you came to visit once more and through the wakened and wakening hours wouldn’t stop whispering and here you are again or you never left so insistent on loyalty […]
