And on the lows, I curl up in the thickest duvets of grief with sharpest of creases as I mutter your name into the shadows. And I knew I never wanted to be freed. (Photo by ⁠Leio McLaren⁠ on ⁠Unsplash)

And on the lows, I curl up in the thickest duvets of grief with sharpest of creases as I mutter your name into the shadows. And I knew I never wanted to be freed. (Photo by ⁠Leio McLaren⁠ on ⁠Unsplash)

And&nbsp;on the lows, I curl up in the thickest duvets of grief with sharpest of creases as I mutter your name into the shadows. And I knew I never wanted to be freed. (Photo by ⁠Leio McLaren⁠ on ⁠Unsplash)

Highs and Lows by NAM

I write from the heart, sometimes from madness: https://quillofnam.wordpress.com

"I can’t just speak and say nothing. That’s how we lose ourselves, the poem and I, in the hopeless attempt to write the things that burn." 
– Alejandra Pizarnik, tr. by Yvette Siegert, from "Cornerstone", Extracting the Stone of Madness: Poems 1962 – 1972

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I write from the heart, sometimes from madness: https://quillofnam.wordpress.com "I can’t just speak and say nothing. That’s how we lose ourselves, the poem and I, in the hopeless attempt to write the things that burn." – Alejandra Pizarnik, tr. by Yvette Siegert, from "Cornerstone", Extracting the Stone of Madness: Poems 1962 – 1972

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