I’ll teach you how to set your heart off like a skiff in rough water. How to exist in the shadows of a top hat, mere audience to your own life. See here the sleight of hand involved in the shuffling— this deck of cards strung to tales of misfortune that I keep taped to my inside pocket. I live as feather, paper bouquet, things that are dissolvable in water. I am only as alive as my deception allows me to be. It’s hard to recall how it all got started, how I ended up here on stage, the quivering saw cutting through a lovely stranger, her eyes themselves tricks of light, her skin and mine together a moving trompe l’oeil.
Darcy Shargo lives and works in central Maine, where she and her husband dream of leaving the grind behind to start a small farm. In the meantime, she fights massive amounts of mother guilt, writes poems, gardens, and tries to become the person she’s meant to be. Her poetry has appeared in Smartish Pace, The New Orleans Review, Salt Hill and Crazyhorse.
Asked if she could make anything visible, she said, “I’d like to see a visual representation of the soul manifest on everyone’s chest—and I’d pay special attention to the souls of children, which I feel confident are the most vibrant of all.”
Back to Issue 3: Things Unseen
Smooth and Visual. Excellent as usual! Congrats Girl. I’m so PROUD of you. Love you always, Cynthia xoxox
This is wonderful! I love it! I would also like to point out that this issue and literary journal was the one I showcased to my class at WSU. You all are amazing and do great work! I wish you the best and more. Keep writing Darcy Shargo!! I would love to see more of your work!
Wow, Darcy.