There is plenty I know to be true, by doing or teaching, and plenty more I feel to be true, by simple absorption, and reasonable intersection between. There are particles in the universe – scientists of repute will tell you – with no apparent connection in time or space, no observable lineage, no cellular remembrance,… Continue reading Quantum Entanglement
Category: poetry
I found altar flowers sitting at my doorstep this Sunday, wilting in the Florida August heat – their piety drained, sagging, heavy-blossomed red and peach-colored roses, tall purple somethings at mid-staff, smaller, brighter purple I don’t know whats fading – the weight of it all. I know my flowers about as well as my saints.… Continue reading
In pieces we reassemble with edges a little more ragged. I am, and am exactly where I need to be in this minute of faded normal. So easy to recall, to fall back into blurry dreaming. You know, don’t you? That briefest in-between – by pixel, by shadow, by ones and zeros – through viscous… Continue reading
caroline ridgway 