January 2012
29 posts
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middle january
middle january. my heart is heavy. i don’t know how to dress anymore. the temperature swings between bitter cold and unseasonably warm. i wonder if i miss the snow. each day is imperceptibly sadder and warmer than the next. maybe that’s what life means. i drive to work. the memory of summer rushes me: humidity, mimosa tree, sweat, luminous fireflies in the sweet, grass, dark of night....
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Water - Sharanya Manivannan
olvalx:
My favourite memory of us is of that day we washed each other’s hair, standing in the waterfall of the shower, that moment sweet succulent as fruit, complete as a circle, the prowl of knowledge beneath it bitter and delicate as the powder on a butterfly wing, powerful as a secret. We kissed and drew in water. Do you remember what I had said to you, a year before? How could I not love you?...
“The heart of another is a dark forest, always, no matter how close it has been...”
– Willa Cather, The Professor’s House (via thetumbleweedchronicles)
Antilamentation - Dorianne Laux
olvalx:
Regret nothing. Not the cruel novels you read to the end just to find out who killed the cook. Not the insipid movies that made you cry in the dark, in spite of your intelligence, your sophistication. Not the lover you left quivering in a hotel parking lot, the one you beat to the punchline, the door, or the one who left you in your red dress and shoes, the ones that crimped your toes,...
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“How much I missed simply because I was afraid of missing.”
– Brida, Paulo Coelho
long live the queen.: On Thursdays I Clean the... →
poetbabble:
Ever since it occurred to me to tell the animals how to kill themselves, I’ve been finding possums on the bottom, their pouches filled with rocks. A friend of mine weeps on the banks of the Mississippi. He does not know I told healthy animals how to perform actions that result…
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long live the queen.: "Fragments for the End of... →
ecantwell:
On average, odd years have been the best for me. I’m at a point where everyone I meet looks like a version of someone I already know. Without fail, fall makes me nostalgic for things I’ve never experienced. The sky is molting. I don’t know if this is global warming or if the…
December 2011
24 posts
The Dislocated Room - Richard Siken
olvalx:
I’ve been in your body baby and it was paradise I’ve been in your body and it was a carnival ride.
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“Words can be twisted into any shape. Promises can be made to lull the heart and...”
– Karen Marie Moning (via slekes)
