Emily RobersonMiddle AgeIn Italy I did not wear my glasses. I pretended that I didn’t need them. Instead, I must have seemed a snob, Because I never recognized…Jul 6, 2022Jul 6, 2022
Emily RobersonSarah Says…Sarah says she writes while waiting, which is a thing I’ve never done. Waiting, thinking, snatches of time, looking at things on my phone…Jun 30, 20221Jun 30, 20221
Emily RobersonPlumbing the DepthsThey know everything, every deep secret. Every personality flaw, every important event. They know everything I have to tell, and they…Jun 22, 2022Jun 22, 2022
Emily RobersonThe Angels in Rockefeller CenterI know it isn’t Christmas time, but I’ve been thinking lately about how we handle disappointments. What do we do when things don’t turn out…Apr 14, 2022Apr 14, 2022
Emily Robersonflashes of transienceFlashes of transient joy fill my hollow shell.Mar 24, 2022Mar 24, 2022
Emily RobersonTheft by AccidentMe and my inarticulate grasping. I do not think that I should read poetry anymore, since I find myself stealing unconsciously.Mar 15, 2022Mar 15, 2022
Emily RobersonFilm Reelwe will be forgotten by all but the video the images balled up inside the memory files like our bodies in our stainless steel caskets…Mar 14, 2022Mar 14, 2022
Emily RobersonA RibbonI hold my writhing memories Snapshots of people and places Thrashing in efforts to run from me Your face is captured there.Mar 11, 2022Mar 11, 2022
Emily RobersonRiddle of the SphinxThe days stretch out, on and on, a ribbon of time.Mar 10, 2022Mar 10, 2022
Emily RobersonThe RainLater we were walking when it started to rain and the blue of my shirt ran in tiny rivulets, down my stomach, dying me blue.Mar 9, 2022Mar 9, 2022