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about me 💌
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tag list 📝
📚 book reviews
📖 weekend reads
❤️ recommendations

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WHAT ARE YALL READING RN you must tell me
variation on the word sleep by Margaret Atwood
[ Text ID:
Variation on the Word Sleep
Margaret Atwood 1939 –
I would like to watch you sleeping, which may not happen. I would like to watch you, sleeping. I would like to sleep with you, to enter your sleep as its smooth dark wave slides over my head
and walk with you through that lucent wavering forest of bluegreen leaves with its watery sun & three moons towards the cave where you must descend, towards your worst fear
I would like to give you the silver branch, the small white flower, the one word that will protect you from the grief at the center of your dream, from the grief at the center. I would like to follow you up the long stairway again & become the boat that would row you back carefully, a flame in two cupped hands to where your body lies beside me, and you enter it as easily as breathing in
I would like to be the air that inhabits you for a moment only. I would like to be that unnoticed & that necessary. ]
Parrots perch in tree branches and on arms and shoulders of visitors in Miami, November 1950. Photograph by Willard Culver, National Geographic
Iguazu Falls, Argentina
by Pablo Begni

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Meanwhile It Rains for Two Weeks and the Heat Never Breaks, Morgan Parker
I hope we get some heavy summer rain this year. Lord do we need it.
This was a favorite summer memory from last year. A sunset on a stormy day making the mesas appear dark and gloomy, a rainbow peaking through as some pronghorn peacefully graze on the green lush grass.
Bornean elephant Elephas maximus borneensis
Observed by joshchristiansen, CC BY-NC
The Glass Essay, Anne Carson
Ada Limón, from The Hurting Kind; "Banished Wonders"
[Text ID: What is it to be seen in the right way? As who you are? A flash of color, / a blur in the crowd, / something spectacular but untouchable.]

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Franz Wright, from Walking to Martha’s Vineyard; “Flight”
[Text ID: star-far from the person right next to me, but / closer to me than my bones you / you are there]
Traveler by Heather Sommer Your first time out of the country of your own skin, I didn’t bring a map. You always hated that I’d been lucky enough to pick my way through streets I couldn’t pronounce to find cathedrals, graveyards. If you were a city, you said, I’d only like to know your suburbs. If you were a city, I said, I’d like to know your poor neighborhoods, your inner parts. Read your graffiti. Drink your tap water. Feel your smog and dirt stick to my sweat. Hear your orchestra of sirens and gunshots. I’d know which of your streets to walk. If you were a city, I’d expect to be robbed.
by journeywithmelis
Bigg's killer whale Orcinus orca
Observed by vancouver_island_whale_watch, CC BY-NC

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Franz Wright, from The Beforelife: Poems; “Learning a Language”
[Text ID: Why / did we leave, and how / are we ever getting back —]
from dear layal by hala alyan, published in the twenty-ninth year
[Text ID: Some things can only be endured. /End ID]