Author Archives: Risa Denenberg
Ode to Brevity Why does transience brew such dread? It’s not difficult to grasp that gentle dispatch, not longevity, is the kinder portion. He ate a full breakfast each morning while he could still chew. A thimbleful of hemlock, sooner … Continue reading
After reading Meridian by Kathleen Jesme Paper is easier to find (back of a sales slip, the blank end sheet in the book itself ) than a pen. The absence of a pen, the lost thought. … Continue reading
She wanted a long, lean body, closed her eyes as she grabbed chubby hips licked saggy tits, tried to re-enter, womb over fist. Bang! We make so much of this small discharge of neurons, this exclamation mark. A flower-pot of love-sick … Continue reading
Kant touts good will, but Einstein swears by relativity. I’d bet a week’s wages on Einstein. There is no certainty. I feel fruitless as if I’d swallowed an entire grapefruit. I am mouthing unknowns, because there are so many of … Continue reading
Lying in bed, uncertain if I would sleep. Leaping off habitual paths, a gecko in heat. No dream in sight, my rubbish soaked in rain — a sodden mess. I watch how clouds surrender weight ─ drop by drop.
It’s how nothing happened. How my talentless body macerated my rapturous mind in the pickle of wanting. It’s my try at the talent show and I find it broken in its cardboard envelope. I did the ballet routine sans Vivaldi, … Continue reading