Get 20M+ Full-Text Papers For Less Than $1.50/day. Start a 14-Day Trial for You and Your Team.

Learn More →

My Words, and: Positive, Except When Negative

My Words, and: Positive, Except When Negative Martha Silano My Words I never liked pachyderm, especially when I learned elephants are anything but thick-skinned. Ditto to the dowdily galumphing dromedary with its root in dromad, Greek for swift. Ones I never considered memorable or strange ­ bubble, banana, anemone ­ bloomed when my son began to use them to describe falling snow, a crescent moon, a cockatiel's plume. Plum is a terrible word for a perfect fruit, summer beautiful as the cold and empty beach we stroll nine months of the year. I like gingivitis and gaggle. Gizzard, too ­ it must be all that ga ga goo ­ must be, if not primal, crib-al, must harken back to days pre-list, pre-who-is-this-thisin-the-mirror? Pre-must-do. I wanted gourds and ghouls; I wanted gargantuan galas, gherkins galore, but really what I wanted was that somersaultingly salty source, to return to a time when my skin was transparent, when water was my word. Positive, Except When Negative Her name tells of how it was with her. Truth is, sometimes she saw the garbage cans half full, the refrigerator half empty. Truth is, accumulations could only mean downed wires, cases of bottled water a flood, the giant scribbly Kandinsky a http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Prairie Schooner University of Nebraska Press

My Words, and: Positive, Except When Negative

Prairie Schooner , Volume 79 (4) – May 18, 2005

Loading next page...
 
/lp/university-of-nebraska-press/my-words-and-positive-except-when-negative-yR6QVhat0J
Publisher
University of Nebraska Press
Copyright
Copyright © 2005 by the University of Nebraska Press.
ISSN
1542-426X
Publisher site
See Article on Publisher Site

Abstract

Martha Silano My Words I never liked pachyderm, especially when I learned elephants are anything but thick-skinned. Ditto to the dowdily galumphing dromedary with its root in dromad, Greek for swift. Ones I never considered memorable or strange ­ bubble, banana, anemone ­ bloomed when my son began to use them to describe falling snow, a crescent moon, a cockatiel's plume. Plum is a terrible word for a perfect fruit, summer beautiful as the cold and empty beach we stroll nine months of the year. I like gingivitis and gaggle. Gizzard, too ­ it must be all that ga ga goo ­ must be, if not primal, crib-al, must harken back to days pre-list, pre-who-is-this-thisin-the-mirror? Pre-must-do. I wanted gourds and ghouls; I wanted gargantuan galas, gherkins galore, but really what I wanted was that somersaultingly salty source, to return to a time when my skin was transparent, when water was my word. Positive, Except When Negative Her name tells of how it was with her. Truth is, sometimes she saw the garbage cans half full, the refrigerator half empty. Truth is, accumulations could only mean downed wires, cases of bottled water a flood, the giant scribbly Kandinsky a

Journal

Prairie SchoonerUniversity of Nebraska Press

Published: May 18, 2005

There are no references for this article.