a form of plagiarism

All a poet can do today is warn - Wilfred Owen

[ghostcafe]

rising, 2010, kiki smith

kiki i love you

[petaltexturedskies]

June was white. I see the fields white with daisies, and white with dresses; and tennis courts marked with white. Then there was wind and violent thunder. There was a star riding through clouds one night, and I said to the star, "Consume me." That was at midsummer, after the garden party and my humiliation at the garden party. Wind and storm coloured July.

Virginia Woolf, The Waves

[ahead]

[hoodlumwitchh]

This is to inform you that I didn’t die young.

Jim Harrison, Barking

[themuseera]

[narrowings]

[nevver]

Lepidoptera

[weltenwellen]

Louise Glück, from “Solstice”, Poems 1962-2012

[unaliveish]

karalayne becker

[weary-hearted-art]

Walasse Ting, Grasshoppers, 1964

[nathanallardart]

Pigments | wild blueberry stem black | lead white | green river stone | yellow ochre | red sandstone | The colors of Maine

[lamignonette]

[orchidarcanum]

[petaltexturedskies]

Patrizia Cavalli, Wonderful Life

[shewhoworshipscarlin]

Pigment by Lefranc, 1927.

[goodpngs]

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[cassmore]