Friday, August 08, 2014


Maybe I got so angry because secretly, stubbornly, and in exhaustion,
I couldn’t see any other way to proceed, to fail until something
                                                                      —Stephanie Young

Will the narrator ever fly again?
                            —Michael Burkard

I’m more mixed up than ever before, going
back and forth among different eras, landing
in multiple time zones, sometimes seemingly
all at once.  Here I am, an iris.  Here I am, a
dahlia.  There I was.......                a begonia.