I long to be one of those women with the flawless fingernails. I can’t help but make assumptions based on their perfectly smooth cuticles, trimmed and even —a self-reflective metaphor. Unchipped, jewel tone paint colors, themed perfectly to outfit or occasion. I bet these women also have their beds made daily, and have appropriate resources… Continue reading One of Those
Tag: poetry
Elsewhere, Maybe
Movement creates heat so we lay, still as air, rooted as the banyans, propped and languid. There is only one consideration: How slow can you go — we adapted the game, a new kind of limbo. Minus perdition, which no one liked at the end. It’s easy to dismiss darkening skies from this angle, underneath… Continue reading Elsewhere, Maybe
Content in Half
I am most content in half-light when knitted shadow gives better cover, and I can claim my contours without reprobation from full sun. I’m less disposed to wonder at the disappearing act my eyes seem lately to perform—a caustic partner for a smile. Instead, I will recline in the very definition of a chin or… Continue reading Content in Half
caroline ridgway 