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Jorie Graham, "Sundown"

there are sounds the planet will always make, even if there is no one to hear them.

Jorie Graham, “No Long Way Round”

As the kingdom we imagine has a train, and the train has a station in our house. As the glass spun gold with you who swim your lives together, as the gold of our life to come.

Ryan Patrick Smith, from “As Mister Rogers Prays to His Aquarium” published in Birdfeast (via pigmenting)

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I’d ask for a body that had forgetting built in. The question: whether the monster’s skin remembers being touched on its old limbs.

Stephanie Cawley, from “Song” published in Birdfeast (via pigmenting)

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It’s like I walk to the end of the world and come to a wall. There is no top to the wall. It goes up forever. My body adds itself to the bricks.

Ruth Stone, from “Clay” in What Love Comes To (via pigmenting)

foggy morning (3/16)

This is the force of faith. Nobody gets what they want. Never again are you the same. The longing is to be pure. What you get is to be changed.

Jorie Graham, “Prayer”

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There’s no way back believe me. I’m writing you from there.

Jorie Graham, “Impressionism”

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Roman Cieślewicz. Ty i Ja (You and Me). 1960s.

I remember music too, coming down the street on a summer night. My boyfriend coming on his bike. Vegetable smells in the heat. The bell on his rusty purple bike. My mother’s prayers when she thought I couldn’t hear. Please don’t let me hurt my child. I love her so much. The horses walking in the street.

Mary Gaitskill, The Mare

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There was riding the mare and then sitting at the table with Ginger and Paul or sitting at the table with my mom and Dante; being on the mare happened on another planet, someplace beautiful but with outer space all around it. I couldn't even tell it to anybody. I was locked away from everybody. I couldn't even beat on the door because there was no door.

Mary Gaitskill, The Mare

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Dorothea Lasky - Two Doors to Hell

"Yourself," Paul had said, holding me one night. "The real self is the best thing anyone can give to anybody." And I believed that. But I did not think it would be an easy thing to give.

Mary Gaitskill, “The Mare”

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Are you there in your stillness? Is it a real place?

Jorie Graham, “From the New World”

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