writer at heart

fyodor dostoevsky / pat the bunny / richard siken / trista mateer / clarice lispector / franz kafka

— Haruki Murakami, 1Q84

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by zeewipark

[text ID: I am alone in my room, between two worlds.]

jane kenyon, camp evergreen

[image descriptions: two small watercolor paintings, closeups of several blueberries and strawberries respectively. both are painted in bright colors, with white sunlight dappling the berries. /end i.d.]

At the pond that morning the air was glowing.

Not all days. But most days I do. Most days the garden’s almost enough: little pink flowers on the sage, even though the man said we couldn’t eat it. Not this kind. And I said, Then, gosh. What’s the point? The flowers themselves, I suppose. The rain came and then the hail came and my love brought them in. Even tipped over they look optimistic. I know it’s too late to envy the flowers. That century’s over and done. And hope? That’s a jinx. But I did set them right. I patted them a little. And prayed for myself, which is embarrassing to admit in this day and age. But I did it. Because no one was looking or listening anyway.

Iris Pink Charm, c. 2019. Mia Tarney Oil on linen

— Charlotte Erikkson

British Columbia, Canada

Susan Sontag, from “Reborn: Journals and Notebooks, 1947-1963″