Tag Archives: Natalie Wang

Night Whisper

After Margaret Atwood’s “The Shadow Voice” No, says the silence. No, says the dark as it listens to your ragged breath. What is the matter? asks the moon with its cold light. Man dug his footprints into me before you … Continue reading

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a fistful of flowers

that afternoon i saw the boy by the lake clutching sprigs of lavender in his fist. look i said, raising my camera to point. i don’t remember what you replied. more importantly i don’t remember how you said it, if … Continue reading

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and this too shall pass

Once I would have scratched out novels of need to you. Left them to live under my pillow, each page an unheard wail. Once I would have clawed red rivers down the lengths of my skin, screaming. Carried misery as … Continue reading

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