Stephanie Foo, What My Bones Know: A Memoir of Healing from Complex Trauma
Mary Oliver, from “Of Love”, Red Bird

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Claire Keane

Love Begins
hello vonnie
Xuebing Du
Misplaced Lens Cap
we're not kids anymore.

shark vs the universe

Monterey Bay Aquarium
trying on a metaphor
Cosmic Funnies
Cosimo Galluzzi
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
One Nice Bug Per Day
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Stephanie Foo, What My Bones Know: A Memoir of Healing from Complex Trauma
Mary Oliver, from “Of Love”, Red Bird

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from Tiny Beautiful Things, adapted for the stage by Nia Vardalos.
anybody else enjoy creating their dream home on pinterest on a sunday evening
— Devin Kelly, Ordinary Plots substack
Wait, this bit too.
Natasha Trethewey, from Thrall: Poems; "Mythology"

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on kindness
equal sign, jhope @btsinthemoment / everything everywhere all at once / P.O.P, jhope @doolsetbangtan / dogfish, mary oliver
on july
allie ray holler \ charlotte brontë jane eyre \ charlotte eriksson \ eileen miles hot night \ barbara kingsolver barbara kingsolver \ franz kafka diaries of franz kafka, 1914-1923: “july 16, 1912″ \ gurpiar sidhu \ czesław miłosz new and collected poems: 1931-2001: “a magic mountain” (tr. czesław miłosz) (via @soracities) \ rick bass the wild marsh: four seasons at home in montana
buy my chai latte because i spent way too much money on them this week x
*through gritted teeth* you are not a child taking a test with the purpose of getting the highest score, you are an adult trying new things and finding ways to enjoy your life, make mistakes, be a beginner, be mediocre, be where you need to be, be unlikeable, just. be.
derek walcott the antilles: fragments of epic memory
kofi
derek walcott the antilles: fragments of epic memory
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Joanna Klink, from Raptus
What a journey this life is! dependent, entirely, on things unseen. If your lover lives in Hong Kong and cannot get to Chicago, it will be necessary for you to go to Hong Kong. Perhaps you will spend your life there, and never see Chicago again. And you will, I assure you, as long as space and time divide you from anyone you love, discover a great deal about shipping routes, airlines, earthquake, famine, disease, and war. And you will always know what time it is in Hong Kong, for you love someone who lives there. And love will simply have no choice but to go into battle with space and time and, furthermore, to win.
I know we often lose, and that the death or destruction of another is infinitely more real and unbearable than one's own. I think I know how many times one has to start again, and how often one feels that one cannot start again. And yet, on pain of death, one can never remain where one is. The light. The light. One will perish without the light.
James Baldwin, “Nothing Personal.” 1964.
janet fitch white oleander (via @flowerytale) \ jean-paul sartre nausea \ lawson fusao inada legends from camp: “memory”
shout my daily chai latte
ordinary things, s.t
- fleabag (2016)
everything everywhere all at once (2022) / love letters by S.T. (me)
favourite poems of march
miki schumacher de / re / formation
craig arnold pitahaya
brian turner here, bullet: “what every soldier should know”
eileen myles not me: “peanut butter”
noor hindi breaking [news]
jane hirshfield my species
annesha mitha you are a tyrannosaurus rex
mary ruefle among the musk ox people: poems: “blood soup”
alice notley mysteries of small houses: “as good as anything”
nomi stone on world-making
k. silem mohammad poems about trees
franz wright the break
fred marchant the looking house: “night heron maybe”
carl phillips cortège: “domestic”
alexa luborsky connotations
bruce smith the other lover: “to the executive director of the actual”
nikky finney head off & split: “the aureole”
alice fulton personally engraved
amy beeder because our waiters are hopeless romantics
chiagoziem jideofor self-preservation
carol muske-dukes skylight: “the invention of cuisine”
joyce peseroff a dog in the lifeboat: “april to may”
rigoberto gonzalez other fugitives and other strangers: “other fugitives and other strangers”
toi derricotte the undertaker’s daughter: “my dad & sardines”
tarfia faizullah yr not exotic, but once ya wanted to be
jenny george the artist
jack spicer a second train song for gary
victor hernandez cruz maraca: new and selected poems 1966-2000: “red beans”
xi chuan power failure
jean valentine door in the mountain: new and collected poems, 1965-2003: “sanctuary”
duane niatum drawings of the song animals: new and collected poems: “consulting an elder poet on an anti-war poem”
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“What if each would become a part of a whole and she’d say, you have touched my soul, and meant it though she didn’t have a clue as to what a soul was, just sensed the tip of an invisible blue flame burning along her spine as his skin unraveled under her fingertips?”
— Hedy Habra, from “Or What If She Imagined He Loved Her Just That Once,” MockingHeart Review (vol. 3, no. 3, Fall 2018)
poems for films: Tune in for love (2019) dir. Jung Ji-woo 👕