Tag Archives: Abigail George

Gus Ferguson

Gulf, I am apprehending the riverbed stream of this river’s language. I am in mourning for what I have lost, and the world has lost. I think to myself what a wonderful arriving. What an auspicious beginning flowers have, the … Continue reading

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Time management with Peta Lin

Time wasted by distractions gives you an unplanned day. The clouds look uniform enough from where I am standing. You lose time worrying about the things you have to do. Like for instance, concern about fatigue. Being an outsider, and … Continue reading

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Giacomo Leopardi

I am Emily Dickinson’s winter revisited in Amherst-land. I am so more aware of age and getting older than I have ever been. Czech- hair as bright as the invincible sun. State of volcano inferno in his eyes. Homer, Goethe, … Continue reading

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Boris Pasternak

The veil and the green curtain of grass falls away during the vertigo of nightfall. I am still, composed like the poets of Russia, or, the poets during the revolution. The gulls hover as if they know something about the … Continue reading

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Please help revise the jalapeños and Theodore Roethke

I live on a nowhere-island as if I am surrounded by velvet monkeys. I try to monkey-eat understanding things, and monkey-work the stigma, mentalism, matter out of my system, monkey-see my so-called mum being her own person, loving us although … Continue reading

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Jean Rhys

I think of the divided self of Jean Rhys in Dominica, her invisible self in London, and the depth, scope, scale of her writing: What was achievable in her lifetime is achievable now, the winter’s tale of Jean Rhys, and … Continue reading

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I don’t want to live quietly anymore

(for my paternal grandparents) This is not a suicide note to remind the cruel world about me, about my name. The boy with the dark hair has already moved on with his life and forgotten all about me, and oh, … Continue reading

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