When he was young and the night sky was his escape, he longed to be a star. War was just what fathers did, and being killed on some beach for some rights didn’t matter to him. Then the night turned to day, he became a father and joined the war himself. Now he takes up [...]
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A Soldier
Posted in Patricia Cadareanu on November 10, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
o! bird
Posted in Patricia Cadareanu, tagged bird, Congrete, hummingbird, Patricia, Poetry, Shape on December 23, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
-Patricia Cadareanu
II-8, “I’m not up for jumping down anything”
Posted in Patricia Cadareanu, tagged 11-8, Jumping, Patricia on December 17, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
I’m not up for jumping down anything; It’s not the white rabbit I’m chasing. My real pursuit is the great green caterpiller— for who needs time when you’re three inches tiny, head made of hands. Why would you need three more? So all I ask of you is this: Why jump down when the sky is swerving towards you? [...]
