Elizabeth Wyatt is currently alive, well, and writing this bio on a brisk day in Joshua Tree, California. The peaks to the west are glowing with snow, and the wildflowers are very early this year. Elizabeth likes to go rock climbing. She is a yoga teacher and also in recovery from being the sort of writer who tried too hard. She has since stopped trying. The tiniest wildflowers are always the first to bloom, and now is no exception. The sunset is rich. There are snacks, and things are good.
your hands / looked criminal. But righteous machines
Afterward, your hands looked criminal. But righteous machines, the merciless clicking of clocks and cars whirred on, faithful to their warranties… Blood mottled your mother’s moth-gouged sheets. I had never wanted a child before. I used to think pain was like a Rome apple, small and full as a new breast. The vegetal underwash of […]
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