<p>He is across the world in another woman’s arms, and the years have spread us like dandelion seeds, sanding down the edges of our jigsaw parts that used to only fit each other. (Photo by ⁠Rodolfo Sanches Carvalho⁠ on ⁠Unsplash)</p>

He is across the world in another woman’s arms, and the years have spread us like dandelion seeds, sanding down the edges of our jigsaw parts that used to only fit each other. (Photo by ⁠Rodolfo Sanches Carvalho⁠ on ⁠Unsplash)

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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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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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