Friday, October 14

The poem can start with him walking backwards into a room.
He takes off his jacket and sits down for the rest of his life;
that's how we bring Dad back.

I'll rewrite this whole life and this time there'll be so much love,
you won't be able to see beyond it.

I can write the poem and make it disappear
 - Warsan Shire
from Backwards

  • ". . . as I have said often enough, I write for myself in multiplicate,
    a not unfamiliar phenomenon on the horizon of shimmering deserts."
    - Vladimir Nabokov