#cold pluto

[tamsoj]

I am one with my subject, / the soft beginnings of terror / that eat at my throat.

Mary Reufle, from Cold Pluto, “The Rooster”

[tamsoj]

You’ll never know light / like my fierce eye.

Mary Reufle, from Cold Pluto, “The Rooster”

[a-metrical]

"The moon tonight--  those milky & sliding tears on the face of Christ that hung in my grandmother's bedroom! The purple wardrobe of his open heart!"

[hardfemmesoftfemme-blog]

When I was a boy a young man from our village was missing for three days. My father, my uncle and I went looking for him in a cart drawn by our horse, Samuel. We went deep into the swamp where we found three petrified trees, gigantic and glorious. From them we make beautiful cabinets, polished like glass.

Mary Ruefle - "The Butcher's Story"

(Cold Pluto, Carnegie Mellon University Press, 2001)