Ragon Linde


Ragon Linde
Ragon Linde


Words by Carrie-Ann Tkaczyk

Music by Ragon Linde


I am orphaned at the center.

The bridge yaws side to side

ululates beneath my feet.

To you fixed in domicile’s unyielding grip,

it appears I stand upon ribbon candy

little between me and death.

Yet to me this axis is a nest, a nest


as secure as any, even the cracked boards,

even the rope rails hook me far better than your slick, marble stairs.

Yet my jangling course sways unnecessarily, irritates you

where you stand locked in your door, taut, waiting for me to enter my own settled house.

I am orphaned at the center.

Only my shadow will complete

this journey which I have decided

must settle right here, right now, far from the end, the end.