the centre. the image that holds. her figure.
where she is across time.
if far away or close up or
ripped out or
feet in
sand or
pink plastic shoes
left like cinderella
but not cinderella
on a beach
there are no pumpkins
but things that
float (or drift) in back before
rip and memory before
wood and rot
before smile and head tilt
and whiteness that becomes
blackness with
the right light and liquid and swaying
motion side side.
Published online January 21, 2015
Born in London (the younger one), brandy ryan studied poetry and poetics at the University of Western Ontario and the University of Toronto, where she received a PhD in 2008. She now works as a creative consultant in Toronto, where she also watches hockey and hangs out in art galleries. Her current project is an ekphrastic/found art hybrid of tidewrack from the streets of Toronto and New York City.
