And it came to pass that he said to the woman let there be light, water, blood and a backbone. Watch how it bends, watch how it caves in, watch how the womanโs body trembles. Look at all the ways Iโฆ
Sliced garlic under tongue for fever. Red pepper poultice on foot-soles for fear. Insomnia? Make soup from last yearโs black swallowtail wings in an empty milkweed pod. Bind raw onions to chest if โฆ
And yes, Iโve seen the heart unravel like a spool after years of tedious spinning, not to mention care of the sheepyard with its sloe-eyed visitors. One day the dye is slightly off, a vat of ruinedโฆ
How High, How Wide by Joseph (Joe) Sylvester Wallace
My prison window is not large, Five inches high, six inches wide, Perhaps seven. Yet it is large enough to show The whole unfettered to and fro Of heaven. How high, how wide is heaven? Five inches โฆ