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so obsessed with these wood decoy birds, i want all of them

Jamie Wyeth, Iris at Sea, 1994. Oil on panel.

You are told to believe in one paradise and then there is the paradise you come to know. The shoes lined up in pairs by the door and the herd moving with its mysterious intent across a dark plain. The blue of the sky which is the zenith of all colors and the love of the man in the next room, strong and rough as a hog's back. My mind has a slow metabolism, it is slow to understand what anything means but it understands that if you look at something long enough, it will have something to say to you. The sun that is strangely bright on some days, a poisoned canary, and the crop of winter rocks in a meadow in April. Learning decades later the name of the hospital where you were born and watching the child eat a mango as though it is time he is eating, time shining on his lips. On fewer days I agree with the poet's dread of being the wrong person in the right world, and believe in adhesion, in never showing up empty-handed, even if the pleasure I know best is fused with the abject. There is always the other side of the heart, its coaxing: You are here. You can begin again. You can rise.

Linda Gregg

One Day At A Time Leon Xu Acrylic and Car Metalizer on Arches Paper

miss you. would like to grab that chilled tofu we love. by Gabrielle Calvocoressi

Beyond Skogafoss, Iceland. 35mm

exerpt from “John Chapman” in American Primitive by Mary Oliver

december, 2013

have i ever mentioned i love sundays

Wake up call fr

To Live a Textured Life

Colorful field on the plain of Castelluccio di Norcia in springtime during an explosion of blossoming, Italy, 2013 - by Roberto Bettacchi, Italian

Two fishermen knit their winter woolies in Ramsgate, Kent, England, 1940s - Visual Studies Workshop/Getty Images

— Leslie Feinberg, Stone Butch Blues