schuyler peck / insta: hiitssky / facebook
poem “Soured Milk” found in my book, You Look Like Hell
schuyler peck / insta: hiitssky / facebook
poem “Soured Milk” found in my book, You Look Like Hell
Richard Siken, self-portrait against red wallpaper
Joe Bolton, from "Alcohol" [ID'd]
“Sometimes you get so close to someone you end up on the other side of them.”
— Richard Siken, Editors Page: The Long and the Short of It
Anne Sexton, from a letter featured in Anne Sexton; A Self-Portrait In Letters
Hanif Abdurraqib, They Can't Kill Us Until They Kill Us
Franz Kafka, from a letter featured in "Kafka: The Tremendous World I Have Inside my Head,"
Free Things
Is this some type of love
or is it only beautiful
in the way things are
when they can never
really be yours?
The way you can’t help
but want to capture
a free thing and
keep it for yourself
Some things can only
exist as an idea
but I think I want to
keep this one
for a little while,
hold it under my
tongue and
only remember
how sweet
it tasted
and forget
everything else
Maybe I won’t
accidentally strangle
the beautiful thing again
because I don’t know how
to unclench my fist
But I’m scared I’ve forgotten
how to feel anything
other than fear
“I am both worse and better than you thought.”
— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals Of Sylvia Plath
“Spring has come again. The earth is like a child who knows poems by heart;”
— Rainer Maria Rilke, “XXI,” in Sonnets to Orpheus (Part One)
Self-Mythology, Saba Keramati
Vernal Equinox, Kyla Jamieson
Julian K. Jarboe, ‘First Contact, Communion’ from Everyone on the Moon Is Essential Personnel
— Hélène Cixous, from “Hyperdream.”
Hanif Abdurraqib interviewed by Ruth Awad: Joy Is Not Promised to You
tuesday by Alex Dimitrov