Scriptorium et Coquina

The Other Chair

The Other Chair A dream, one teen night agofeatured a soulmate facing me in a roomfilled with empty chairsthat were irrelevant. There was only me andthe man who sat on the other chair. It could have been a classroom, a conference,a panel, a course, a strange cult meetingin a sterile environment, or a room inan … Continue reading The Other Chair

After Larkin

So used to the knottedfist smashing into my belly I almost come alivewhen yet another hypothesisis revealed to be deeply flawed. And then, like Larkin I say“Next, Please”,wearily as future illusionsflicker in the distancebeyond my half-closed lidslike the afterimagesof a storm that never was. Poetry by (C) Nin Harris, 2012 — . All Rights Reserved. Continue reading After Larkin