Everything That Goes “Bang”

After “Falling Blue, 1963” by Victoria Chang

On some days I think trees can grow forever. I think I can close my eyes and the wind will resemble an explanation. On other days, I want to draw a briefcase, stuff everything that goes bang inside it, put the drawing in a bottle, and toss it out to sea. No one tells you that the fastest thing on earth is the future. No one tells you that sadness is so much smaller than her shadow. What we make expands the breath of a star. At this hour the acorns are splitting in half. They are sprouting, despite the frost. •

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Are you wondering what this is? I’ve been making ink out of acorns and black walnuts - hence they’re showing up in my writing - and this is one of my first ink tests. I love how it looks, somewhat like a map.

P.S. If you love short and breathless prose poetry, I do too. Here are two more from the archives that you can enjoy:

The point is purple; the point is outside and we are rushing past it.