[New post] Nangángalúluwâ

Luisa A. Igloria posted: " [the spirits visit on All Souls Day] Remember when the wilderness was a clearing white as sugar, oceans unsinged by oil and fire? Beaches clean as the floors of the dormitory where the ancestors sleep by day and rouse at the summons of the moon— H" Via Negativa Nangángalúluwâ Luisa A. Igloria Oct 31 [the spirits visit on All Souls Day] Remember when the wilderness was a clearing white as sugar, oceans unsinged by oil and fire? Beaches clean as the floors of the dormitory where the ancestors sleep by day and rouse at the summons of the moon— Here they are, bringing offerings of tattered bird feathers to your door; and that one earring you'd given up for lost. That isn't smoke or fog, but their sheets drying in the wind. By the steps, a puddle in the shape of a hand, with the scar you remember just at the base of the thumb. Sometimes, feeling tracks through the map of the body faster than thought. The body knows, before the mind catches up. Why else does a raven perch on the branch, sleek in its coat of dark blue-black? Why else does a dove call so mournfully, fixing you with its brown eye rimmed with sky? Comment Manage your email settings or unsubscribe. Trouble clicking? Copy and paste this URL into your browser: https://www.vianegativa.us/2023/10/nangangaluluwa/

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