…I know I have been rather absent lately, but…well….life happened, but I’m doing my best to put a stop to that BS soon enough.
In the mean time, Ms. Magpie has been posting again and I know that it would give her a great creative boost if some of you lovely folks would pop over and see what she’s up to, so if you wouldn’t mind…..check it out….
the soft violence of the sword
that severs flesh from flesh
that steals stone from soil
or holes in awnings from
falling bullets, silent as they
settle to earth, as they come
to rest through this, the soft
skull of the city in the dark
Why is time a woman
and man a death?
Why do we give one force a gender
and gender the other with force?
Will our willing gender upon them
lessen the bite of their skin upon ours?
Can a persona’s presence
soften the blow for even a moment
of the two things most impossibly
removed from our personhood?
Do the masks we put upon their
faces hide their horrors from us?
Will these suppositions
blow the wind of these days
out of the eyes of our
oldest and dearest friends,
our most constant companions,
our dearest foes?
Will they leave us any longer by virtue
of what does or does not dangle between their legs?