The muffled sound of the fruit
as it carefully breaks from a branch,
amid the incessant chant
of the silence, deep in the woods.
1908
Further Reading
Burying the book: Three Poems
by Adrian Alui Gheorghe
Translated from the Romanian by Cristina Savin
Let us bury those who wrote the books.
Let us bury those who read them.
My grandma spent her first five years in an orphanage
by Dani Austin
My grandma spent her first five years in an orphanage My grandmas didn’t have grandmas. I use my tender, silvered fingers to light Frankincense while my grandma Erika labors to die, and my smoldering, grieving lungs inhale big. I use my tender, silvered fingers to light my first cigarette, outside the neighborhood bar and my […]
Eating Cake by Richard Sonnenmoser
At the time of the accidents, my husband and I were trying to lose weight. Or at least we were talking about it. The websites he’d found encouraged losing weight with a partner. The websites used phrases like The Buddy System. They said things about the efficacy of mutual support; what they were talking about […]
