I am a shape. I punctuate my day, depending: declaration, question, exclamation, pause, question, connection. I am round in spots, shifting angles elsewhere, freeform otherwise. I am stretched and resewn. My spirals are symmetric. I am edges, and landings, and in between. I am four walls, or four legs, filled with light, or with blood… Continue reading Shapeshift
Category: poetry
Parallax
Displacement is the lens. On the other side you’ll find nostalgia for things that weren’t. This parallax view is more than a trick of the eye — You bent the light, casting shadows as long as days. You were the prism. You were how I saw the world. You were the sun. Today I will… Continue reading Parallax
Psychomancy
Tonight the sky is singing in a low voice and I am in steady collusion with memory lying, still, in my truth in diminished view, spinning to note on waking lost impressions What is there to see, outlines that quiver against the backs of my eyes, blurry playactors – These are necessary bargains: I will… Continue reading Psychomancy
caroline ridgway 