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Tag Archives: memory
sedoka*: lost love
the anatomy of memory is subtle — the parietal cortex is linked by neurons to the hippocampus through networks of lost love lesions *The sedoka is an unrhymed poem made up of two 3-line katauta with the following syllable … Continue reading
The Way We Remember (Fathers Day)
I have been awake for hours yet still I remember the big trees — the road I walked, the way the trunks flared wide into ground, the smells. In the mirror, my father’s face, time for work, the way he … Continue reading
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Kitchen Memory
You could say I am pulled like the arm of the old man stuck past his elbow in the disposall as he stoops over the sink in high-waisted pants, muttering in Greek. There was a siren wailing down tiredly atop … Continue reading
Sonnet: How We Perceive Time
We are divided absolutely into two camps said the women in her very British way between those who see themselves moving along time like they are walking on a scroll unrolling and those who are standing in a river that … Continue reading
The Way We Remember
I have been awake for hours yet still I remember the big trees — the road I walked, the way the trunks flared wide into ground, the smells. In the mirror, my father’s face, time for work, the way he … Continue reading