Stephen Kuusisto, Letters to Borges

Sometimes I cry aloud
Charon does also
It’s hard work
Living moment to moment


Drama is crying with a script
I can’t find mine

One definition of childhood


The old dog bit me


You can discuss Helen Keller
But you can’t say what words
Perform on the inside


Have you seen a cormorant
Enter the sea?

That’s my Helen Keller—
That falling….


I sat on the sofa where the former me had been so damned sad.


Greek myth, Boolean algebra, Lyell’s hypothesis, Tu Fu—will they come with me?


“Leafage is hearsay when you’re blind, until you hear it. Today is May 27.” (Walking in a cemetery in Peterborough, New Hampshire.)

Author: skuusisto

Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University

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