I would know him in death, at the end of the world.
Eden Robinson Writing Prompts for the Broken-hearted / Jesse Burton The Miniaturist / Ron Hicks Stendhal Syndrome / Trista Mateer / Louise Glück Epithalamium from "Descending Figure" / Ron Hicks Warmth of the Sun / Mitski I Will / unknown / Ron Hicks The Embrace / unknown
i. Eden Robinson Writing Prompts for the Broken-hearted [ "You can put your strength down. I'm sitting here with you at your kitchen table. You don't need to say anything. ]
ii. Jesse Burton The Miniaturist [ You are sunlight though a window, which I stand in, warmed. ]
iii. Ron Hicks Stendhal Syndrome [ A woman lovingly looks down at a man who's laying on her lap. They sit on a sill together. The woman is wearing a white dress and has a red jacket draped over her crossed legs. The man wears a business suit and has one foot over his knee. ]
iv. Trista Mateer [ "In this space right here that we have made for each other, you can say anything and I will not abandon you. Unwrap the worst things you have done. Watch me hold them up to the light and not even flinch." ]
v. Louise Gluck Epithalamium [ "'Here is my hand,' he said. 'Here is my hand that will not harm you.'" ]
vi. Ron Hicks Warmth of the Sun [ A man and a woman lay in a field. The woman wears a white dress. The man has a white shirt and tan pants. The man leans over the woman's stomach, resting his head on his arm. They hold hands over her body. They look at each other lovingly. ]
vii. Mitski I Will [ I will wash your hair at night / And dry it off with care / I will see your body bare / And still I will live here ]
viii. [ A man and a woman sit in a field. They both wear dark clothing. The man's face is not visible. The woman looks over her shoulder towards the audience. ]
ix. Ron Hicks The Embrace [ A man and a woman kiss in front of a balcony. They both wear dark clothing. They cling to each other's bodies. Behind them, two birds press their beaks together. ]
x. [ "it gets better, i think. maybe just for a day. maybe just for a song. but there's something there to hold on to. ]
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"My own bones have grown into a prison, lonely as Naxos — my blood is the Styx."
- José Royo / Ron Hicks, 1965 / Marina Tsvetaeva, Bride of ice: New Selected Poems.
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