BIPOLAR LEXICON: AN AKATHISIA OF EXPRESSED EMOTION
Teeming with riots, ruins, rescues, and romance, BIPOLAR LEXICON: AN AKATHISIA OF EXPRESSED EMOTION is one woman’s colloquy to clashing through an insensible but colorful world.
RIPENING
mother was our curves
--even her silhouettes were silver
mother could grow marigolds
in November
she was our snake charmer
(our static cling)
Written amidst the hair-trigger mania, dallying depression, and spiritual numbness both vacillating and viperous, Megan writes of sickness, fleeting but freeing good fortune, scraps of her spirit, feral observations of fragility, odes to harlots and flowers and lost loves. Lyrical, lush, frank, and fresh-voiced, Bipolar Lexicon examines the quiet, quirky beauty immeasurable around us, the untold grace of eloquence, the towering fire inside one woman's fractured yet infallible heart, and the eternal redemption of language, love, imagery, and imagination.
Teeming with riots, ruins, rescues, and romance, BIPOLAR LEXICON: AN AKATHISIA OF EXPRESSED EMOTION is one woman’s colloquy to clashing through an insensible but colorful world.
RIPENING
mother was our curves
--even her silhouettes were silver
mother could grow marigolds
in November
she was our snake charmer
(our static cling)
Written amidst the hair-trigger mania, dallying depression, and spiritual numbness both vacillating and viperous, Megan writes of sickness, fleeting but freeing good fortune, scraps of her spirit, feral observations of fragility, odes to harlots and flowers and lost loves. Lyrical, lush, frank, and fresh-voiced, Bipolar Lexicon examines the quiet, quirky beauty immeasurable around us, the untold grace of eloquence, the towering fire inside one woman's fractured yet infallible heart, and the eternal redemption of language, love, imagery, and imagination.
Teeming with riots, ruins, rescues, and romance, BIPOLAR LEXICON: AN AKATHISIA OF EXPRESSED EMOTION is one woman’s colloquy to clashing through an insensible but colorful world.
RIPENING
mother was our curves
--even her silhouettes were silver
mother could grow marigolds
in November
she was our snake charmer
(our static cling)
Written amidst the hair-trigger mania, dallying depression, and spiritual numbness both vacillating and viperous, Megan writes of sickness, fleeting but freeing good fortune, scraps of her spirit, feral observations of fragility, odes to harlots and flowers and lost loves. Lyrical, lush, frank, and fresh-voiced, Bipolar Lexicon examines the quiet, quirky beauty immeasurable around us, the untold grace of eloquence, the towering fire inside one woman's fractured yet infallible heart, and the eternal redemption of language, love, imagery, and imagination.