The future danced around half-naked // on the hill. Do you not see? We rejoice / at the verge of sunlight, the voice // of dawn ushering tomorrow.
— Saddiq Dzukogi, from Book One, Bakandamiya
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The future danced around half-naked // on the hill. Do you not see? We rejoice / at the verge of sunlight, the voice // of dawn ushering tomorrow.
— Saddiq Dzukogi, from Book One, Bakandamiya

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Where you’ve crouched over under the weight of grief, / and refused to climb out— // if you could / compel death to do one thing, and one thing only, // what would it be?
— Saddiq Dzukogi, from Book Three, Bakandamiya
god i need something so bad. but what is it
Walter MacEwen - The Scribe's Office (1891)
Georges Lemmen - Woman with cat (ca. 1900)

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Do you really not belong to me, dear body?
— Moshtari Hilal, from "Dying Prayer," Ugliness, tr. Elisabeth Lauffer
And how horribly easy it is to be hurt. I am being hurt all day, & hurt by the tiniest & most subtle things. So on goes the everyday armour, and the self, even the wounded self, is hidden from so many.
Dylan Thomas, The Love Letters of Dylan Thomas; Pamela Hansford Johnson, March 1934
“I go on loving you like water but / there is a terrible breath in the way all of this”
— John Ashbery, in “The Tennis Court Oath” from The Tennis Court Oath
Grab somebody sexy tell them Help
me, regardless of what i’m doing: i’d rather die

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Victoria Chang, from “Night Sea, 1963”, With My Back to the World
Otto Dix - The Pregnant Woman (1931)
sorry boss can't come in today i was on my way to work and then a gentle spring breeze kissed my cheek and reminded me it is a serious thing just to be alive on this fresh morning in this broken world
Yoo Mi Seon (South Korean, b. 1959, Inside, 2026
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Fortesa Latifi, from The Truth About Grief.
Duck Heaven, c.1885 by Willem Maris (Dutch, 1844–1910)