Silvi at the Atlas Cafe, in the Mission. Writing poetry on her beloved red Royal typewriter.
I will have more time to write tomorrow (this week has been crazy) but wanted to share some of Silvi’s SF story if you haven’t seen it already. I loved how she took a Lawrence Ferlinghetti poem and interwove it with parts of her own life. It feels like a small, intense dream partly remembered when you read her words.
Here is part of it (a favorite):
VI
“allow yourself dazzling flight–flights of imagination.”
i will not wait to become a bird. already i find feathers between the sheets of my bed, dark,
iridescent. contrast the sharp yellow eye of a starling, a mallard’s wing, a peacock’s lady-getters. this morning ravens collected shiny things in my bedroom and offered them at my feet,
laughing, as if they too know what each night i am becoming.
xoxo