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Blog do escritor Luís Soares

Lucia Berlin

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Buddy Berlin © 2015 Literary Estate of Lucia Berlin

I don’t regret my alcoholism anymore. Before, I left California my youngest son, Joel, came to breakfast. The same son I used to steal from, who had told me I wasn’t his mother. I cooked cheese blintzes; we drank coffee and read the paper, muttering to each other about Ricky Henderson, George Bush. Then he went to work. He kissed me and said So long, Ma. So long, I said.

All over the world mothers are having breakfast with their sons, seeing them off at the door. Can they know the gratitude I felt, standing there, waving? The reprieve. (From “So Long”)

Emily Alexander - A few things, a bicycle, and a love poem

And too often, I count each loss like teeth tumbling
out of my mouth, rattled by the roar of every heavy
body, all the things we can somehow keep: the siren
call, carcass in the gutter, woman crying in her car, how far
these fields reach towards empty streets. I want to be
pressed against your neck, spine unclenched. Some
nights, I ride my bike across town, and learn leaving, and learn to
hold. And the stars sway and catch on my bicycle chain, and darkness
vines between houses, over roads, while windows fill
with light its lovers coming home to flick their fingers
on switches and spines. Some things are small enough
to carry, like the hum of your mouth, the hum
of my tires on cement, and my cold breath opening
and closing the doors of my lungs so carefully.