Tag Archives: Elisabeth Blair

I hold a lighter to the dandelion. God, You designed it so well: a globe in flames, then gone. All the children there, then none.   God, give me something besides wine and hanging clothes to dry. Give me the … Continue reading →

Have you ever – like – I know what fear smells like I get it on my hands   Help, little sister Help me: it’s probably still in the stupid package and I’m too naked to get it open This … Continue reading →

Grass grew downstairs. We climbed in at one point and made it our own. We came well-equipped, with desk and bowl and books. We called it the name of the parasite that is too beautiful; it should have been a … Continue reading →

I waited on them to come home, but I had not received enough permission to pass the walkway I could go as far as this You know me, so you know how it must feel to be that obeying, to … Continue reading →