Molly Fisk – As if it weren’t enough to bear
As if it weren’t enough to bear the world’s dark cloak, the inhumanity of man which knows no limit, 30-foot high flash-flooded rivers, the charred acres lit by wind and lightning or cigarette butts cheerfully tossed out speeding car windows at midnight, we can’t escape our own shallow thinking: who has wretched taste in evening […]
Molly Fisk – The Goodbye
The Goodbye What to do with my hands — her fingers curved to hold mine but not holding, taking the shape of a loose grip, in repose, outstretched on the pale blue sheet. Her eyes half-open and moving, but not furtive. As if measuring things in another realm, and she might be. Whether the new […]
Molly Fisk – Even Rivers
Even Rivers It isn’t wanting to die it’s not even not wanting to keep living, it’s some other kind of absenteeism my spirit dreams about but they get all tangled up in those labyrinthine trails through my neocortex and give me a headache. What I want is no more burden, less exhaustion, some kind of […]
