We tell ourselves tales, quivering emulsions of things we wish we said, or dreamt for, or dream of— before suspended hours dissolve into day— where we abide these best and worst versions, blended iterations of fiction and nonfiction. Precision proves a poor editor, falling under memory’s sway, crediting a redacted narrative. Interpretation is your best… Continue reading We Tell Ourselves Tales
Tag: poetry
Shapeshift
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
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
caroline ridgway 