Her Candid Altar

Sometimes the great bones of my life feel so heavy, and all the tricks my body knows ― the opposable thumbs, the kneecaps, and the mind clicking and clicking — don’t seem enough to carry me through this world and I think: 

how I would like to have wings — blue ones — ribbons of flame. How I would like to open them, and rise.

From “Spring Azures” by Mary Oliver

ABOUT THE ARTIST
ALL WRITING
PHOTOGRAPHS
TALK TO ME

SHORT STORIES

You Turned Yourself Into An Effigy In Order For Me To Love You

You turned yourself into an effigy in order for me to love you. In order for me to understand. You told me for the final time that if I did not want to accept this, your pleas and your begging, then I would no longer have to. And when I came back into the room,…

Keep reading