Violet Thursdays

Feminist. Vegan. Boston. Crafty. Curious.
(love: hula hooping, eating my fruits and vegetables, spelling, playing, listening, enjoying my surroundings, noticing patterns, anagrams, singing, arguing, weaving, felting, embroidery, building forts and wreaking havoc, hesitating, changing my hair color, and thinking myself into paralysis.)
…Even history
implies sequential happenstance—a story—although
we “know” this is in part our human need to read causation
into our serendipity-finds of homo erectus bones,
and the backroom plotting of timber and oil barons,
and the marriages and sunderings that mark dynastic lines
like the knows on a quipu, “I walked through the rubble
and glitz of the latter twentieth century, and I saw X,
which was flabbergastingly horrid, then Y, then Z,
these left me beaming out a living light
like an angel pricked with breathing holes.

An Angel Pricked With Breathing Holes - The Rumpus.net

Albert Goldbarth