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where can i read your poetry
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Kitchen Window - Richard Siken
"mothers paint another layer of skin on to protect you from the world but that's skin that tears away from themselves bet that wasn’t part of the game."
my poem in The Afterpast Review
" elementary school taught me I don’t want to be a mother anymore"
https://theafterpastreview.com/magazine/elementary-school-taught-me-i-dont-want-to-be-a-mother-anymore-by-alaya-rocco-california-17
The land knows you, even when you are lost.
Robin Wall Kimmerer, Braiding Sweetgrass
searching for a place to split apart skin and open you up to the sun warriors, waiting
- Alaya Rocco, "Blooming Bruises"
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— Ocean Vuong, Reasons for Staying
[text ID: Because this mess I made I made with love.]
Chelsea Hodson // Saeed Jones
—Normal People, Sally Roone (2018)
“All day I've built
a lifetime and now
the sun sinks to
undo it.”
Anne Sexton
Georges Bataille, ‘Ecstasy’, from Guilty, tr. Bruce Boone
Going to a library together and sitting on the floor between the shelves while they read their favourite book to you is date
me and who
And when you told me what your favorite book was, I bought it and read it over and over trying to find pieces of you in it.
- unknown
The Child Formerly Known As , Cameron Awkward-Rich
You saw a fluttering fan before her face and magnolia blooms and sleepy lakes under the moonlight when she walked.
Zora Neale Hurston, Their Eyes Were Watching God (via quotation--marks)
"Memory is punishment."
-Frank Bidart, from Half-light: Collected Poems; "End of a Friendship"
Where can I find a medieval tavern I can loiter in until I am hired to go on a secret quest, from which I may never return?