Margaret Atwood, from “Owl Song”, Selected Poems, 1965-1975
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Margaret Atwood, from “Owl Song”, Selected Poems, 1965-1975

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moodboard of art i vibe with
charlotte ager / willy belinfante / sigrid hjertén / huang bingyi / david hockney / tom fabia / erika lee sears / norman rockwell / holly warburton
i wish i could touch my red string of fate. i'm about to start yanking this motherfucker towards me.
Florence and the Machine at last night’s Spotify event in Brooklyn. As Florence began to sing Sky Full of Song a literal storm began to hit, she never faltered and embraced the storm.
Watching this was an ethereal experience
this queen literally summoned a storm during her performance when will your fave ever control the weather with such accuracy
Ancient. Earth. Mother.
James Elroy Flecker, from “To A Poet A Thousand Years Hence,” written c. October 1910

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Etretat, France (by Tibo Leteurtre)
Blanes Botanical Garden, Spain (by miguel)
“My lovely November, Have you seen my heart, somewhere in your castle of yellow leaves?”
— A Waltz for Zizi, from “Letter to November,” written c. May 2013
“The loneliness comes and goes, but the blue holds,”
— John Koethe, from “The Late Wisconsin Spring,” North Point North: New and Selected Poems (Harper Perennial, 2003)
Cute story from work.
So this couple walks in- a broad-shouldered man with an accent (Italian, I think) and a man that I can best describe as looking like Cecil Palmer.
“Okay- weird question. So you guys did our wedding- amazing by the way. And it’s been a month and just about all the flowers in the vases have died by now except for this one thing that’s really holding on in there. And we want to know what that plant is and how to take care of it to keep it alive. And we don’t know how to like… describe it and it sounds kind of weird to go to up to a stranger and say ‘hey what’s this weird wiggly green plant you put in our vases a month ago?’ but I guess that’s what I’m asking.”
“Sounds like curly willow. If you keep it in water it will eventually start rooting and you can grow a new plant from it from the cutting.”
“That is too cool! What do you suggest we do?”
“Well, you can keep it in the water for now, but eventually you’ll want to pot it in soil because that’s how it’s going to get its nutrients.”
“Can we,” the Italian guy asks. “Can we plant it in the floor?” I figure he means ‘plant it outside.’
I nod. “It’ll keep growing.”
“What does it look like when it’s bigger? Does it stay like a wiggly stick?”
“Oh, no, it’ll branch out. It’s actually a tree.”
The skinnier one turns to his husband and says:
“Did you hear that, honey? They gave us a tree! We have a tree now!”
Italian man: “It’s our tree. We love our tree.”
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sometimes i just sit and think about ways a genie can grant wishes.
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“I held you to me: I saw you turn red from me. How could anyone express what took place between us? We made up for everything there was never time for. I matured strangely in every impulse of unperformed youth, and you, love, had wildest childhood over my heart.”
— Rainer Maria Rilke, from “To Lou Andreas-Salome”
oh. ohhhhhhhhh. oh nooooooooooooooo
[A mom and baby otter are floating together. The baby otter is sleeping on his mom’s tummy so he’s still all dry and fluffy. She keeps giving him little otter kisses.]
Now this is quality content.
my heart feels so warm seeing this
clever dog tricked me into game of fetch
I’m so emotional right now
Smartest dog ever
My father sits in a room interrogating himself. Bright bulb shining like the idea of a daughter.
— Cathy Linh Che, from “Becoming Ghost,” published in Poem-a-Day

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“What I have torn out of my heart, which bleeds and aches perhaps, will never be back in my heart again.”
— Fyodor Dostoevsky, from Complete Works; “The Insulted & Humiliated,”