I know, I know. It's weird. It's speculative. It's often meandering and not entirely straightforward or cohesive. But it's my first attempt at writing a sestina, let alone a double sestina, and I make no apologies. For those unaware, a sestina is a kind of circular form of poetry, characterized by repeated end words in…
This, the paradox: What happens when An irresistible force Meets an immovable object?
I never wanted children. Even now, I struggle to understand fully how or when this sentiment lodged itself so deeply within me. I could return to my childhood and turn over the pieces like paving stones, searching through cool dirt for the writhing, wriggling beginnings of this deception, but it would be a fruitless endeavor.…
In the sands there was a singing, A song of tortured wonder, With a hunger that was stinging In the land of little thunder.
At first I gave only a crumb. The raven swallowed and returned the next day bearing a solitary teardrop pearl. Next a diamond ring, purchased with a disc of deli meat. The following day it appeared larger, keener.
Bone of Bones 