P.S. Page's Writings
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Poem
Jun.02.2008
Give Me Liberty. I’ve Already Got Death. (sign displayed by a Love Canal resident, 1978)
Pushes out the door without a bag for lunch or road tolls, feet untied,taste of lemon in her mouth, time unnoted. She fumbles the key,scratches her freckles as if to track the ragged path she'll leave. Her skin leads and she, its bride, in eggwhite...
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Poem
Jun.02.2008
Dogwood Journal/Spring 2008
A mistake: the 6th-graders from New Country School scooping up fistfuls of mutant leopard frogs blame,at first, themselves: legs broken by the clutchof careless fingers. Then she spreads her palm,
rays splayed within rays: the creature between her pink fingers with the head of a frog, body of a mandala.Four arms radiate like spokes on a wheel, two tiny...
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About P.S.
It all starts when you're a kid, doesn't it? I grew up in Southeast Asia, learning Mandarin simultaneously with English. Which probably explains my fascination with language and meaning, culture and history, context, memory, and expectation. I love using...
P.S.’s Favorite Books
Water Music (TC Boyle); Confessions of Max Tivoli (Andrew Sean Greer); Coming Through Slaughter (Michael Ondaatje); The Divine Comedy (Dante Alighieri); Angle...