Claire | August 7, 2011
“. . . with all of the planets aligned on one side of the solar system, astrophysicists feared the gravitational pull would snap Earth’s axis and send the planet careening into outer space.” —Dr. Hans Craig, NASA When they claimed it’d be like Earth had never been— us catapulted across the blinking map of satellites, [...]
Claire | June 9, 2011
Leave the dishes. Let the celery rot in the bottom drawer of the refrigerator and an earthen scum harden on the kitchen floor. Leave the black crumbs in the bottom of the toaster. Throw the cracked bowl out and don’t patch the cup. Don’t patch anything. Don’t mend. Buy safety pins. Don’t even sew on [...]
Claire | April 6, 2011
Somehow, you had to find sanctuary from the dust that rose and caught the sun, turning it to powdered gold.
Claire | March 30, 2011
and we’re off again with forehead freshly smeared and spirit seared anew by memories of dust, rumors of all or nothing up ahead. These frigid days and weeks lean inward, huddling for warmth, and disciplines attempt in vain to shape them toward value, meaning, promise. Warmth will, of course, return bearing its customary, temporary, blossoming. [...]
Claire | March 25, 2011
Nouns and verbs are enough for soldiers and leaders of totalitarian countries. For the adjective is the indispensable guarantor of the individuality of people and things. I see a pile of melons at a fruit stand. For an opponent of adjectives, this matter presents no difficulty. “Melons are piled on the fruit stand.” Meanwhile, one [...]
Claire | December 27, 2010
“Dear Wigleaf, The last time I saw you I was different. You said you wouldn’t love me until I became the person I am now. You said if I loved you, I would make myself into the woman you want. You said you would wait for me to do what needed to be done, that [...]
Claire | November 11, 2010
I agreed to put aside the ruined vacation and he agreed to put aside the slips in bookkeeping. I admitted that some of my friends were not the best company — were, now that I thought of it, intolerable. And he admitted that his sister had never liked me from day one. I observed that [...]
Claire | November 1, 2010
This quote. “Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about Love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is perennial as the grass” -Max Ehrmann This poem from Blood Orange Review, especially the end of it. Catch a Body Salinger, I’m sorry, but “Don’t ever tell anybody anything” is [...]
Claire | October 24, 2010
They lie in parallel rows, on ice, head to tail, each a foot of luminosity barred with black bands, which divide the scales’ radiant sections like seams of lead in a Tiffany window. Iridescent, watery prismatics: think abalone, the wildly rainbowed mirror of a soapbubble sphere, think sun on gasoline. Splendor, and splendor, and not [...]
Claire | August 17, 2010
Every Riven Thing God goes, belonging to every riven thing He’s made Sing his being simply by being The thing it is: Stone and tree and sky, Man who sees and sings and wonders why God goes. Belonging, to every riven thing He’s made, Means a storm of peace. Think of the atoms inside the [...]
