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22 & trashy poetry: @thebelladonnaeffect

[beaked]

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Odysseus Elytis, tr. by Olga Broumas & T. Begley, from “Nephele,” wr. c. 1967

[gracebriarwoodwrites]

The apple in my hand is my heart. I am Eve if Eve were a coward– I am too afraid to learn its true taste.

[diamants-bruts]

[gracebriarwoodwrites]

I know for sure that even without the wings Icarus would have burned. I know because I have no wings

and I stare at the sun until it blots out the burn of my soul.

[thewoodbetween]

Nicholas Hely Hutchinson. Summer Night in a Garden                                       

[literallysame]

[archbudzar]

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(C.B)(1.8.19)

[haleyincarnate]

1/01/2019 (1-3/?)

[lifeinpoetry]

I started out as a girl without a shadow, in iron shoes; now, at the end of the world I am a woman full of rain.

— Lisel Mueller, from “Letter from the End of the World,” The Private Life

[existential-celestial]

i kiss your water, love

—no hearts martyred

in the rising ebb

[love]

Nature’s Reflection by Icy & Sot

[aseaofquotes]

Laurie Halse Anderson, Wintergirls

[elanormcinerney]

Lisa Robertson | On Painting | Lisa Robertson’s Magenta Soul Whip

Alice Notley | Overmodeled Skull | Culture of One

[honeybee-scribbles]

[ruescenic]

[lifeinpoetry]

“I was a girl gulping a woman’s grief.”

— Melissa Febos, from “Call My Name,” published in Prairie Schooner