i am good, i am grounded.

✳︎ ✳︎ ✳︎ ✳︎ ✳︎ ✳︎

[odairannies]

Stop trying. Take long walks. Look at scenery. Doze off at noon. Don’t even think about flying. And then, pretty soon, you’ll be flying again. We each need to find our own inspiration.

[pasticciaccio]

T.S. Eliot, Burnt Norton (Four Quartets)

[prewars]

“There is a thing in me that dreamed of trees, A quiet house, some green and modest acres (…) I would have time, I thought, and time to spare, With only streams and birds for company, To build out of my life a few wild stanzas.”

— Mary Oliver, from A Dream Of Trees in “New And Selected Poems: Volume One”

[prewars]

the national lyrics + drowning/water

[24hoursinthelifeofawoman]

[curiousmiscellanies-blog]

Fledgling American Crow on Hand 

photo by Robert Langham

[notdavidfincher]

Hill House, not sane, stands against its hills holding darkness within. It has stood for a hundred years and might stand a hundred more. Within, walls continue upright, bricks meet neatly, floors are firm and doors are sensibly shut. Silence lay steadily against the wood and stone of Hill House and those who walk there walk together.

The Haunting of Hill House

[pureslime-deactivated20191020]

one giant leap for goblinkind

[autumndewilde]

LOVE FOR JENNY CONLEE

don’t carry it all

[memoryslandscape-deactivated202]

I want a god who stands mute with me a long, dull night on a hill, very still, without reaching.

Katie Ford, closing lines to “Sonnet 18,” The American Poetry Review (vol. 46, no. 2, March/April 2017)

[stephane-gest-deactivated201812]

[bostonpoetryslam]

Language feels too bulky to speak to trauma. What happens when we open our mouths to speak it? Out comes dust. Blathering. A cry. A stammer. A circling, a return again and again to try to say what happened.

Dawn Lundy Martin, in conversation with Nicole Sealey for Poets & Writers

[vaguesexthings-blog]

Yoshimoto Nara

[everydaylouie]

happy friday the 13th yall

[allerliefste-archive-deactivate]

[lifeinpoetry]

i laughed today. / for a second i was unhaunted. i was the sun, not light / from some dead star.

danez smith, from “it began right here,” don’t call us dead

[namtan]

Trick. Or. Treat.