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A quote from my poem, “And If I Am to Forgive You” from my @buttonpoetry chapbook We Slept Here. Get your copy here.
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the breath the trees the bridge
the road the rain the sheen
the breath the line the skin
the vineyard the fences the leg
the water the breath the shift
the hair the wheels the shoulder
the breath the lane the streak
the lining the hour the reasons
the name the distance the breath
the scent the dogs the blear
the lungs the breath the glove
the signal the turn the need
the steps the lights the door
the mouth the tongue the eyes
the burn the burned the burning
C. D. Wright, “Flame” from Steal Away: Selected and New Poems (Copper Canyon Press, 2002)
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i name my body girl of my dreams
i name my body proximity
i name my body full of hope despite everything
i name my body dead girl who hasn’t died yet
Joshua Jennifer Espinoza, “I Dream Of Horses Eating Cops,” published in Nepantla (via bostonpoetryslam)
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The figs we ate wrapped in bacon.
The gelato we consumed lustily:
coconut milk, clove, fresh pear.
How we’d dump hot espresso on it,
just watch it melt, licking our spoons
clean. The potatoes fried in duck fat,
the salt we’d suck off our fingers,
the eggs we’d watch get beaten
’til they were a dizzying bright yellow,
how their edges crisped in the pan.
The pink salt blossom of prosciutto
we pulled apart with our hands, melting
on our eager tongues. The green herbs
with goat cheese, the aged brie paired
with a small pot of strawberry jam,
the final sour cherry we kept politely
pushing onto each other’s plate, saying,
No, you. But it’s so good. No, it’s yours.
How I finally put an end to it, plucked it
from the plate, and stuck it in my mouth.
How good it tasted: so sweet and so tart.
How good it felt: to want something and
pretend you don’t, and to get it anyway.
Cristin O'Keefe Aptowicz, “July” (via lifeinpoetry)
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We learn to accept the clouds for what they are
and wait, patiently.
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from “Apology” by Ruby Robinson
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Source: publicdelivery.org
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There will be nights crossing bridges you don’t know the name of when some unspeakable beauty envelopes you. There will be nights looking from windows upon the staggered lights of some town when some unspeakable sadness envelopes you. There will be people you love who you can no longer find your way to. There will be new discoveries, new clouds that resemble strange and terrible things, tangerines and hangovers, and long, long telephone calls made of almost entirely silence. There will be enormous pains and small pains that are almost pleasurable. There will be haiku that suddenly make sense, and the feeling that something has been taken from you, and songs, always songs. So don’t worry about missing life, it’s like missing the sky, you can’t, you’ll always be under it and in it and sometimes high in it, but often just on the ground, moving from thing to do to, needing, crying, making people laugh, although it’s hard to tell what they’re laughing about because it seems you were just talking about how terrible life is. But one thing that won’t just happen to you, like life, is teaching yourself to write well. So whatever time you spend doing that, can stand to spend, and need to spend, all that time that seems wasted and those rare moments that seem volcanic and so sure, is the time that must be spent, otherwise you’ll never become the writer you want to become. And there’s a funny thing about that, too. One is that you’ll never become the writer you want to become. You’ll never be satisfied, never really know if you are any good. You’ll never be certain.
dean young (via kdecember)
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The best part of writing is really to educate yourself. I don’t want to be anybody’s expert. I came in to learn.
Ta-Nehisi Coates
(via yahighway)
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talking about clouds
Cloud Scissors :: Manfred Werder (2015)
Source: manfred-werder.blogspot.mx
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A co-worker asked for advice about dating a writer.
My answer: “Everything you say in bed is going to show up in a poem.”
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Without commas, one line touching the other
I write poems the way I live, in darkness.
Miklos Radnoti - from Eclogue VII (via watchoutforintellect)
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Andres Amador is an artist who uses the beach as his canvas, racing against the tide to create these large scale temporary masterpieces using a rake or stick ..
Andres’ creations are simply stunning and knowing that these delicate creations are temporary somehow makes them even more beautiful.
wow
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write about saying YES
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To keep
& be kept.
The way a field
turns its secrets
into peonies.
The way light
keeps its shadow
by swallowing it.
Ocean Vuong, from “Into the Breach” (via lifeinpoetry)
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How do we forgive ourselves for all of the things we did not become?
David ‘Doc’ Luben, “14 Lines from Love Letters or Suicide Notes” (via decrees)
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