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— Blithe Saxon, an excerpt from Because It’s Her (via lunamonchtuna)
Looking Back
by Ursula K. Le Guin
Remember me before I was a heap of salt, The laughing child who seldom did as she was told or came when she was called, The merry girl who became Lot’s bride, The happy woman who loved her wicked city. Do not remember me with pity. I saw you plodding on ahead into the desert of your pitiless faith. Those springs are dry; that earth is dead. I looked back, not forward, into death. Forgiving rains dissolve me, and I come still disobedient, still happy, home.
“I have no eye for eternity. I know only this world, where May’s light lengthens into June’s long days, and someone I love”
— Robert Cording, from section 2, “June Prayer,” of “Four Prayers,” Image (no. 56, Winter 2007-2008)
oscillogram and spectrogram of the sentence "Where were you a year ago"

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there is only one of everything, margaret atwood
Words by Andrea Gibson
You came to the side of the bed and sat staring at me. Then you kissed me—I felt hot wax on my forehead. I wanted it to leave a mark: that's how I knew I loved you. Because I wanted to be burned, stamped, to have something in the end—
Louise Glück, from "The Encounter"
Iphigenia asks the Pythia about her fate • April 2026

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Caitlin Bailey, Solve for Desire; from 'Incantare'
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attributed to Lily Tomlin; Terry Pratchett, A Hat Full of Sky; ilene_cecelia, reddit; Pratchett, Night Watch; Pratchett, A Hat Full of Sky; Pirkei Avot 2:21; Ursula K. le Guin, Tehanu
““The gods have no hands in this world but ours. If we fail Them, where then can They turn?””
— The Hallowed Hunt (World of the Five Gods) by Lois McMaster Bujold
John Berryman, Love & Fame; from ‘Eleven Addresses to the Lord’
TEXT ID: Bear in mind me, Who have forgotten nothing,
Franny Choi, Soft Science
Preverbal, love is the smell of a known body, the touch of a recognized hand, the blurred face in a haze of light. Words come, and love sharpens. Love becomes describable, narratable, relatable. Over time, one love comes to lay atop another, a mother’s love, a father’s love, a lover’s love, a friend’s love, an enemy’s love. This promiscuous mixing of feelings and touches, of smiles and cries in the dark, of half-hushed pleasures and heart-cracking pain, of shared unutterable intimacies and guttural expressions, layer in embellished bricolage. One love coats another, like the clear pages of an anatomy textbook, drawing pictures of things we can only ever see in fractions. With the coming of words, love writes and is then overwritten; love is marginalia illegibly scrawled in your own illegible hand. In time, love becomes a dense manuscript, a palimpsest of inscrutable, epic proportions, one love overlaying another, thick and hot and stinking of beds. It’s an unreadable mess.
— Chelsea G. Summers, A Certain Hunger

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Looking Back
by Ursula K. Le Guin
Remember me before I was a heap of salt, The laughing child who seldom did as she was told or came when she was called, The merry girl who became Lot’s bride, The happy woman who loved her wicked city. Do not remember me with pity. I saw you plodding on ahead into the desert of your pitiless faith. Those springs are dry; that earth is dead. I looked back, not forward, into death. Forgiving rains dissolve me, and I come still disobedient, still happy, home.
‘Agamemnon,’ Aeschylus (translated by Anne Carson)