
Two Poems By M. Brett Gaffney
Instead of catching her, the crowd
shuffles gravel to make room
for her collapse, for the ghost
who’s become all too human,
their fantasy broken to the ground.
Instead of catching her, the crowd
shuffles gravel to make room
for her collapse, for the ghost
who’s become all too human,
their fantasy broken to the ground.
These beasties became a way to talk about the terror of growing up, and most of them also became symbols of female empowerment. A woman to be simultaneously terrified for and of. Victim and monster.
Beyond imagination, I also firmly believe in magic as a tool for subversion, of imagining not only other worlds but other possibilities for our own world. Magic questions and destabilizes our sense of the real, and tells a different story from the one we’ve been told.
“She didn’t realize how difficult it would be to describe a ghost over the telephone”
“Synecdoche” “Damages” & “Say You Could Turn Your Brokenness to Birds”