A blog where I write poetry-type stuff, by Hannah Frank
Separate is an illusion we are all together all the time
all things happening at once
a sun spot in the eye of the blind
a quiver in the leg of the lame
a mouth dry and parched
shaping the name
What is heavy? Like Coltrane heavy? No like hammer heavy. Like anvil heavy? No more like Simone. Nina? Yeah. Heavier than heavy. Think big. ...