Not today Justin
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸

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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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Cosimo Galluzzi
will byers stan first human second

if i look back, i am lost
styofa doing anything

#extradirty
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Love Begins
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Keni
AnasAbdin
Peter Solarz

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occasionally subtle
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@a-m-holmes
“It’s easy for someone to joke about scars if they’ve never been cut.”
— William Shakespeare, Romeo & Juliet
Ivan Petrovich Argunov
Portrait of Kalmyk Girl Annushka
Russia (1767)
Annushka, a Kalmyk girl of Western Mongolian ancestry, was a serf and pupil of Countess Varvara Sheremeteva, daughter of Count Sheremetev. Argunov himself was a serf of Count Sheremetev (1713-1788). Annushka is holding a portrait of the late Countess.
Poetry Riot Prompt (Week One Hundred Ninety-Two) 2 - 8 July
This week’s prompt is:
a quarrelsome wind
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now
the fan whirrs against the lingering heat of yesterday
but in the cold red of morning the bed is only half-full and the sheets wander in search of more than these few limbs
@pomegranatepithos
Detail of West African crewman from John Singleton Copley’s Watson and the Shark, 1778. image via
Brown, A’rikka Dion
deserted
oceaned and untidy, i rise like blue in the foreboding of a peacock morn water cut and wind sewn, i stretch and billow my way out of silence a multitude of white horses ride the path before me, i am tidal strewn
@pomegranatepithos
AIVAZOVSKY, Ivan (1817-1900)
From the calm to hurricane, details 1892 708 x 212 cm Ed. Orig. Lic. Ed.
Anonymous, School of Lucas Cranach I
Pfirtscher Altar, Left Wing: Saint Maurice
Germany (1524)
Oil on Wood, left wing, 93 x 41 cm.
München, Bayerische Staatsgemäldesammlungen.
The Image of the Black in Western Art Research Project and Photo Archive, W.E.B. Du Bois Institute for African and African American Research, Harvard University
Knell
under the weight of hands
there is a minute
—a second—and the clock
strikes, not unlike
the sound of a passing
bell —one thin peal
—leave the window open—
the haunted flees the hour
—a soul as prey
@pomegranatepithos
Oh dear,
slipped from her
Mouth, like ribbon
from a waist.
I caught it amongst
Other things and
places.
I didn’t mind it.
But felt it
In the end.
This has become my favorite 'me': bed head, sleepy eyes, day old lipstick, old lingerie, I woke up like this, under window light 💋💓 be still my waking mind, roar on, my raging heart 😄😏 . Ps totally and forever inspired by @kristinaconrad ❤ . #lingerie #morningselfies #dayoldlipstick #goodmorning #iwokeuplikethis #smiles #blackgirlmagic #thatfro #tattoogal
“i slaughtered myself at an alter you built. god complex - shrine of who you think you are. but, make no mistake - i tell this story now.”
- smspoetry
sanctuary
You fiends!
.
I shall flee thee to the rough feel of leviathan trees,
Where the broken cataphract of my animal heart can rest once more,
Away from your sinful insistence that you lead me arm in arm.
.
And to where?
.
These leaning branches cleanse the nightmare of humanity,
The birds above bring their songs of the oneiric divine,
And the soil beneath me pulls away the decay of your labyrinthine cities,
Your poisonous currency,
And my memory of your dubious black profiles.
.
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prompt given by @definegodliness : “blind man in the forest”
“I make a smaller night for myself, my woman joins me, silence bears down and the dream spins the world again.”
— Pablo Neruda, from “18,” Then Come Back: The Lost Neruda Poems, trans. Forrest Gander (Copper Canyon Press, 2016)