Archive for January 6th, 2010

January 6, 2010

by Emma

· radio: how about this arienette, how does she fit in to all of this?

· conor: i’d prefer not talk about it, in case she’s listening.

· radio: oh, i’m sorry, i didn’t realize she was a real person.

· conor: she’s not, i made her up.

· radio: oh, so she’s not real?

· conor: just as real as you or i.

· radio: i don’t think i understand.

· conor: neither do i, but after i grow up i will. i mean, you know what, a lot of things are really unclear for me right now.

January 6, 2010

by Emma


…Listen,
the globe’s meridians bore me,
and I deplore time zones and the lone heart’s

metronome without your broad chest
thumping close counterpoint. No breath I draw
will properly fill my lungs till your fine spirit

again issues into me. No eyes will level pierce
this heart’s core till your gaze again
sends the deep arrows flying. Darling,

remember: our faces in proximity make
a pure small space — a vessel or goblet
that could hold the whole Atlantic…

January 6, 2010

by Emma

In the old days, if someone had a secret they didn’t want to share, they went up a mountain, found a tree, carved a hole in it, and whispered the secret into the hole. Then they covered it with mud, and left the secret there forever.

January 6, 2010

by Emma

I was reading the dictionary. I thought it was a poem about everything.