Take a Liberal to Church
April 12, 2021Essay by Catherine Vance
I’d been living in a mine field, it seemed, and now all the bombs were going off at once.
I’d been living in a mine field, it seemed, and now all the bombs were going off at once.
To make something from the desires both to hold and to be held.
She grants me the ability to breathe underwater in this year of oceans.
I frog-kick closer, desperate to recapture what has been lost.
Art should speak for itself, and the artist should maintain a respectful distance and silence.
I knew this was one of those micro-moments in a marriage when it pays to take a breath.
She says, “Just hum me a few bars” — as though you were the one in charge of this gig.