Tag Archives: Devon Balwit

Indulgent

            I hate my epidermal dress,             The savage blood’s obscenity,             The rags of my anatomy                                                             (‘Epidermal Macabre’, Theodore Roethke) Poor body, so maligned, guilty of nothing but imperfection. Hush now. Curl yourself into me. I do not fear your effluvia, in … Continue reading

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I look up

disappointment spires the night lets air out of the day with a slow hiss I swallow wishing it hibernates beneath my ribs who are you? what do you want? I whisper to the megaliths grass tips spray droplets my passage … Continue reading

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Patrimony

Enoch gripped his arm again…He pointed down through the trees. “Muvseevum,” he said. The strange word made him shiver. That was the first time he had ever said it aloud. A piece of grey building was showing where he pointed…A … Continue reading

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Spitting in Wind

            “Mr. Motes…what do you walk on rocks for?”             “To pay,” he said in a harsh voice.             “Pay for what?”             “It don’t make any difference for what,” he said.                                                                                                       (Wise Blood, Flannery O’Connor) Doors both invite and close against the knock. … Continue reading

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