Cassio Tyrone

Hermeneutical injustice - Miranda Frickle

This Is Not a Small Voice

BY SONIA SANCHEZ

This is not a small voice
you hear     this is a large
voice coming out of these cities.
This is the voice of LaTanya.
Kadesha. Shaniqua. This
is the voice of Antoine.
Darryl. Shaquille.
Running over waters
navigating the hallways
of our schools spilling out
on the corners of our cities and
no epitaphs spill out of

Forest of symbols

The ocean boils with fear

Love is a religion you learn alone

We need, in love, to practice only this:

letting each other go. For holding on

comes easily; we do not need to learn it.

Don’t you know yet? Fling the emptiness out of your

arms

into the spaces we breathe; perhaps the birds

will feel the expanded air with more passionate ying.

Intellectual, imaginative, romantic, emotional. This is what gives sex its surprising textures, its subtle transformations, its aphrodisiac elements. Sex loses all its power and magic when it becomes explicit, mechanical, overdone, when it becomes a mechanistic obsession. It becomes a bore. You are shrinking your world of sensations. You are

I believe that our planet is inhabited not only by animals and plants and bacteria and viruses, but also by ideas. Ideas are a disembodied, energetic life-form. They are completely separate from us, but capable of interacting with us—albeit strangely. Ideas have no material body, but they do have consciousness, and they most certainly have will.