05: April 2015 #08 - Structural Integrity
Authored by Joyce Nancy
by Joyce Nancy
Wherever you are I am reaching towards it aching & devastated by the hit of your consonants the singular architecture of your syntax. You are cultivating universes from off-handed remarks & desperately spilled stories told to you in confidence in the kind of darkness where the heart breaks open & the cadences resonate. No one writes it like you. Your choir yells in relentless circles building higher, pulsing. The words sing your name as they fall into place. Stand back and look. Look what you have created & then— at us. At all the things you have dismantled in the telling.